The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Molly was always such a pushover around Patrick.

After she hung up, Sebastian couldn't help but tease her, "Why didn't you go all tough and start cursing at Patrick?"

Earlier, Patrick had ordered Molly to be home within half an hour. She glanced at Sebastian, who was still laughing, and decided to mess with him, "What's so funny? Patrick just told me to stay away from you and not to marry you." Sebastian's smile froze, then slowly faded.

"I heard from Mom that she wants you to take over the MS Group," Sebastian said, already knowing the answer.

Molly leaned against his desk, clearly annoyed. "So, I guess I can't marry you. Look, if we tie the knot, it would make it even more legit for me to inherit the company."

"If we don't get married, I'm still Molly from the Olteran family. If I take over the MS Group, some shareholders will definitely be pissed, right? If someone gives me a hard time, I can just slack off for a few more years," she went on. "But if I marry you, then I'd be Mom's daughter-in-law. If she wants me to run the company, even if someone's unhappy, they wouldn't dare say it." Ellie had major surgery and needed regular chemo, making it impossible for her to handle high-stress work. Handing the company to her daughter-in-law was only natural, and no one would dare oppose it.

Molly's mind was racing, and she finally decided she wouldn't get married and would just play around for a couple more years.

Sebastian chuckled, "But I think getting married might actually buy you some time."

Molly frowned, "What do you mean?"

Sebastian continued, "Do you really think you can escape Mom's tactics if she wants to give you the company, even if you don't marry me?"

Molly thought it over. Ellie was indeed very determined. Whatever she wanted, she always got. Molly couldn't outsmart Ellie.

Before Molly could say anything, Sebastian added, "Do you think getting married is just about getting a marriage certificate? Let me break it down for you."

Sebastian grabbed a piece of paper from the printer and picked up a pen from the desk.

Curious, Molly walked over to him, tilting her head, wondering what he was calculating.

"Getting married involves picking a date, choosing a wedding dress, buying rings, finding a venue, renting equipment. Can you finish all these tasks in a month?" Sebastian asked.

Molly answered honestly, "I've never been married, so I don't know."

Sebastian kept writing, "Taking wedding photos, conservatively, takes about a week. Waiting for the photos to be ready, about two months. You also need to buy a house and a car, find groomsmen and bridesmaids, book the banquet, make invitation cards, and find a designer. That takes another month."

"To get married, you'll be busy for at least four months. You're a junior in college now, and after the semester starts, you'll be in the second half of your junior year. You've finished all your courses, so you have plenty of free time. During this period, Mom will definitely want you to get familiar with the company business, right?" Sebastian asked.

Molly nodded, "Right!"

Sebastian looked very pleased with himself.

"But if you're busy prepping for the wedding over the next six months, you won't have time for anything else. Do you think Mom will still expect you to work at the company? I'm a cop, so I can't always help you out. You'll have to handle everything yourself," Sebastian broke it down.

Molly took his words seriously.

Sebastian continued, sounding all righteous, "By the time you're a senior, we'll have just gotten married. Won't you need a honeymoon? After the honeymoon, you'll need to write your thesis. After your defense, you'll graduate. Then you can go on a graduation trip. After that, you'll be ready to have a baby. A year isn't even enough for pregnancy and childbirth."

"Wait, what pregnancy and childbirth?" Molly found it increasingly absurd. "Sebastian, I may not be a genius, but I'm not stupid. Don't try to fool me."

Sebastian kept up his act, "Your goal is to avoid inheriting the company for the next two years, right?"

Molly nodded, "Yes."

Sebastian said, "Then do you think what I just said can help you play around for a few more years?" Preparing for a wedding, finishing studies, and dealing with pregnancy and childbirth all kept her busy.

It seemed like this idea might actually work.

Molly's thoughts started aligning with Sebastian's. She blinked, deep in thought.

"Molly, are you afraid of Patrick?" Sebastian then asked.

Molly nodded vigorously.

Sebastian smiled, "Once we're married, the only person who can manage you is me."

"Look at Vera. After she got married, did Warren and Brianna manage her? It was all Patrick. Everyone knows I spoil you. Once we're married, won't it be just you calling the shots?" Sebastian asked. Molly was a bit lost.

"I don't manage the family's money. I only clean up your messes after you cause trouble. I won't scold or lecture you. I'll even indulge you. I earn the money, you spend it. Once we're married, you can buy whatever you want-bags, clothes, spend hundreds of thousands of dollars at a time, and no one will care," Sebastian tempted.

"So when are you going to propose?" Molly asked excitedly.

Sebastian's lips curled into a smile, his long, beautiful eyes lifting, "The day after tomorrow."

Unknowingly, half an hour had passed. Patrick, who was strict about time, called Molly, "Are you home yet?"

Suddenly remembering Patrick's words, Molly froze, "Almost." She stammered guiltily.

Patrick was silent for a few seconds before asking directly, "Where are you? I'll come pick you up."

"Just reached Sebastian's office door." She hadn't moved an inch in the past half hour!

"Patrick, don't be mad. I'm running now. I'll sprint back," Molly said.

After saying that, Molly, fearing Patrick's scolding, hung up on him directly, both scared and bold.

Before running off, she didn't forget to remind Sebastian, "Go early."

With that, she quickly ran out.

The Olteran family only had Vera in the living room, practicing head lifts with Theodore. She was earnestly saying, "Theodore, lift your head. It'll help your neck grow." Theodore lay flat on the couch, refusing to lift his head!

Molly returned home, panting heavily. She flopped onto the couch, "I'm back."

Seeing Molly exhausted and lying on the couch, Theodore curiously lifted his head to look at her.

"Vera, give me water," Molly urged.

But Vera's eyes were fixed on Theodore's lifted head.