The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Ellie zipped up her dress and went to her room to fetch the jewelry she had bought for Molly.

As soon as she stepped out, Molly, the clumsy one attending the party, thought she was ready and walked out barefoot, eagerly asking Sebastian to see how beautiful she looked in her dress. Vera said, "When a girl puts on a dress, in her lover's eyes, she is shining like a star."

She walked down the stairs barefoot, not even lifting her dress.

"Sebastian, look at me! Do I look good?" Molly called out to Sebastian, who was in the living room with his back to her.

Hearing her voice, Sebastian turned his head and looked up, seeing Molly on the stairs like a little fairy in her pink dress.

Her arms were fair and looked delicate against the color of the dress. She was charming and comely. Sebastian didn't know how to describe the Molly in front of him. Molly's face was bare of makeup, yet in Sebastian's eyes, she outshone all the colors in the world. She had been his beloved sister for fifteen years.

Molly stood on the stairs, looking at the stunned Sebastian, her smile growing wider. She didn't need to ask to know she was the most beautiful! "Sebastian, I..." Molly, not watching her step, tripped on her dress and fell forward from the stairs.

Sebastian and Timothy rushed forward.

Sebastian was quicker. He lunged forward, catching Molly by the waist and absorbing the impact. The collision almost knocked Sebastian over. Fortunately, he grabbed the stair railing with one hand, stabilizing both of them.

Molly fell into Sebastian's arms, letting out a frightened scream.

Timothy caught up and asked, "Are you two okay?"

Molly pouted. "I'm fine, Dad."

Sebastian steadied himself and tapped Molly on the forehead. "Can't you watch where you're going? What if you fell and hurt yourself?" Molly retorted, "Isn't that why you're here? So I can fall right into your arms."

Sebastian asked, "What if I wasn't here?"

"Then I wouldn't come downstairs. I came down to show you how I look." Molly said.

Timothy laughed and asked, "Are you ignoring me?"

Moly replied, "Dad is secondary; Sebastian is the No.1."

That one sentence hit Sebastian right in the heart. His anger dissipated, leaving only affection.

Ellie came out and saw Molly standing in the living room, so she asked, "You're not ready yet. Why are you downstairs?"

"Really?" Molly looked at her dress. "I think it's pretty good."

Ellie came downstairs and opened a jewelry box. "Aren't you going to wear any jewelry? It's too plain without any accessories."

The whole family trusted Ellie's taste.

Ellie handed Molly the jewelry box and opened it to reveal a gold-threaded pearl necklace. The pearls were just the right size, strung together with small golden beads. Under the light, they sparkled, glowing white, round, and translucent. Few people could pull off pearls; they either looked bulky or tacky. But on Molly, they looked like a perfect match.

The necklace had no uneven pendants, just a perfect circle, fitting her socialite status.

The bracelet was gold-plated with a small white bow, delicate and exquisite.

There was also a matching ring and earrings.

"Wow, Mom, this set is beautiful." Molly immediately fell in love with it.

Ellie said, "I bought it for you. Here, let me help you put it on."

Ellie put the earrings on Molly.

Timothy, with nothing else to do, helped Molly with the necklace.

Sebastian held Molly's hand and carefully put on the bracelet. After fastening it, he picked up the ring. Molly spread her fingers, "Sebastian, put it on for me." Sebastian looked up at Molly's innocent face. "Which finger should I put it on?"

"Try them all."

Molly happily accepted her family's help in putting on the jewelry.

Sebastian held her palm, looking at her slender fingers.

He instinctively slipped the ring onto her ring finger, but as it reached the middle knuckle, he quickly pulled it back, "Little girls shouldn't wear too much jewelry. No ring." "Sebastian." Molly wanted to wear it.

Ellie agreed, "Sebastian is right. Wearing too much looks cluttered. Simple is best."

Ellie handed Molly a shoebox to try on.

Sebastian knelt, lifted her dress, and slipped the shoe onto her foot, "The other foot." He put on one shoe and looked for Molly's other foot.

Molly, holding Timothy's arm, lifted her foot so Sebastian could put on the other shoe.

Sebastian, kneeling to put on Molly's shoes, looked like a groom finding the wedding shoes for his bride.

The heels weren't too high; Ellie worried Molly wouldn't be able to walk, so she had them custom-made to a medium height.

Molly walked around the house in the shoes, finding them comfortable. She turned to her family and asked, "Mom, Dad, Sebastian, do I look beautiful?" Ellie looked at Molly and said, "Sure."

Molly said, "Sebastian, take a picture of me. I want to send it to Shawn."

Sebastian smiled and took out his phone, snapping several photos of Molly on the stairs.

Molly picked the most beautiful one and sent it to her phone, then shared it in the Olteran family chat group.

Shawn was the first to reply: [Molly, you look gorgeous.]

Cindy commented: [Molly, you have great taste. This dress suits you well.]

Patrick also commented: [Not bad.]

Seeing Patrick's comment, Vera said to him jealously, "When I wear a dress, even if it shows some skin, you never say I look good. I guess a wife can't compare to a sister." Patrick looked at Vera, who was exuding jealousy, and replied, "I'm just afraid others will see your beauty. My sister's beauty can be admired, but my wife's beauty is for me alone." Vera smiled and asked Patrick, "So you're saying you love me?"

Patrick opened his arms, and Vera snuggled in.

Shawn scoffed, "Go hug in your bedroom. Stop grossing me out."

Vera retorted, "Grossing you out hasn't affected your appetite."

Shawn felt like standing up to hit Vera!

Vera said, "If you hit me, I'll have Patrick hit you back."

Shawn replied, "Now I really want to hit you."

Vera immediately snuggled into Patrick's arms.

Patrick held Vera, smiling and feeling very happy at that moment.

Cindy and Vincent also laughed on the side.

Randall said, "If I dared to do that, Grandpa would hit me with a stick."

Therefore, within their own household, logic was absent, replaced only by favoritism.