The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Sebastian was at a loss for words.

Despite all the effort he had put into planning the surprise, the hug he had been looking forward to was now slipping away.

He sighed, got out of the car, and entered the restaurant.

As soon as he walked in, he heard Molly crying her heart out in the crowd.

People around kept glancing over.

Sebastian made his way to Molly, with onlookers and staff taking notice of him as he approached.

Patrick, dressed to the nines, exuded a subtle fragrance as he walked by, clearly having put a lot of effort into his appearance. His rare suit indicated that he was either attending a formal occasion or meeting someone important. Everything today was prepared according to Molly's taste, but she ended up getting herself drunk.

"Sebastian is lost, I can't find him. He's a cop, and he's lost," Molly said while wiping her tears.

Paul stood up and stood next to Sebastian. "Mr. Chase, Ms. Chase claimed she could handle up to 12 glasses, but she broke down in tears before reaching that point."

Someone next to Molly was trying to comfort her, "Molly, don't cry. Sebastian is here; he's not lost."

Sebastian walked over, and Molly's colleagues quickly stood up to give him a seat.

He sat down, positioning himself to see Molly's profile.

"Who am I?" Sebastian asked.

Molly turned her tear-streaked face and looked at Sebastian.

"You're a handsome guy."

Everyone was speechless.

Sebastian was also taken aback by Molly's words. "Not bad, you still know I'm a handsome guy.

"No, Sebastian, I'm your brother." Molly suddenly recognized Sebastian and threw herself into his arms, crying.

Sebastian resisted the urge to hit her.

He thought, 'Who is the brother here, really?'

His well-dressed outfit was now ruined as Molly threw herself into his arms. He leaned back, looking at Molly with a slightly disdainful expression. "Recognize me now? Let's go home." Molly murmured, "I can't move. You've chopped off my legs."

Sebastian was helpless.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone could see her long legs, Sebastian would have struggled to explain the situation.

He really wanted to chop them off now.

Colleagues nearby stifled their laughter.

Sebastian now understood what Ellie meant he needed to carry Molly out.

He grabbed Molly's arm, draped it over his neck, bent down, and picked her up by her legs and waist, holding the limp Molly in his arms as he stood up.

Sebastian bid farewell to Paul and took the crying Molly outside.

Seeing the unfamiliar car, Molly clung tightly to Sebastian's neck. "Sebastian, whose car is this? Are you going to sell me?"

Sebastian sighed, "I'm selling you to myself; who else would I sell you to?"

Molly clung even tighter to Sebastian, "Sebastian, you stole a car."

"I even stole a drunkard."

He opened the passenger door and put Molly inside.

Molly clung to Sebastian's neck and refused to let go. Eventually, Sebastian had to forcefully pry her hands off.

He was sweating from carrying her out.

As he approached the driver's seat to get in, Molly unfastened her seatbelt and lunged towards him. "Sebastian, I love you so much. You're my favorite Sebastian. Please don't let me lose contact with you."

Sebastian was on the verge of losing his temper, but Molly's desperate declaration softened his irritation.

Sebastian looked at the drunken Molly beside him and helped her sit up.

She continued to throw herself into Sebastian's arms.

He pushed her up again, and she threw herself again.

Eventually, Sebastian had no choice. He got out of the car, went to the passenger side, and carried Molly to the back seat.

Molly, in a fit of temper, wrapped her arms around Sebastian's neck. As he laid her down in the backseat, her grip pulled him along with her. He ended up sprawled on top of Molly, pinning her down. She winced as the weight crushed her, unable to move.

Sebastian whispered- shouted, "Molly!"

Molly gazed at Sebastian's close face, embraced him tightly, and whispered, "Sebastian, I love you deeply."

Sebastian's fists were clenched.

"Let go of me."

From the back, the car door was ajar, revealing Sebastian and Molly's entwined legs.

Inside the car, Sebastian was on top of Molly, unable to break free.

Molly's eyes were hazy as she looked at Sebastian, her mind filled with him. She stared at his eyes, unwilling to blink.

Her lips pressed together as she gazed at Sebastian's mouth, which she found extraordinarily attractive.

With a sudden pout, she leaned in and kissed him with unexpected intensity.

The unexpected kiss left Sebastian utterly stunned, his body going limp as he leaned heavily on Molly.

Sebastian felt his heart racing and pounding in his chest.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, as he gazed into that familiar face.

He had often daydreamed about this moment, but now that it was real, he hesitated.

Molly kissed him with closed eyes, her grip on his arms slowly loosening.

He could have easily shrugged her off, but at that moment, it felt like a ton of bricks was pressing down on his back, rendering him immobile.

"Young folks these days have no shame, carrying on like this in public."

The reprimand from a passerby snapped Sebastian back to reality. He swiftly stood up and distanced himself from Molly.

Standing at the curb, he glanced toward the scolder without a trace of anger.

Then he looked at the sleeping Molly. Sebastian reached out and shook her knee. "Molly, Molly?"

Molly murmured, "Why are you calling me? Is it morning already?"

She was sleepy.

Sebastian took a deep breath. A sleeping Molly was easier to take care of than a drunk one.

He helped Molly adjust her sleeping position, then closed the door and quickly got in from the other side to drive home.

As he drove, the memory of the moist, heated kiss lingered in his mind. It wasn't much more than a fleeting peck, but it had stirred ripples in the calm waters of his emotions, awakening feelings he had tried so hard to suppress. The overwhelming emotions became impossible to contain, as if they were on the brink of exploding. Years of composure shattered with a single kiss.

Suddenly, a sound of retching came from the back seat.

Sebastian quickly turned to look at the back seat, then hurriedly looked back at the road. "Molly, hold on, we're almost home."

The car was stopped and started by traffic lights, causing the motion to make Molly nauseous.

Sebastian quickly pulled over to the side of the road; this was his new car, after all.

As soon as he parked, a terrible smell accompanied the unmistakable sound of Molly throwing up.

Sebastian's temples throbbed with frustration.