Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1625

"Don't mention her name." Mars, already tipsy and on edge, let his irritation spill out. "From now on, just don't bring her up. Hic. We're done. There's nothing left between us."

Conner grabbed Mars by the arm, trying to soothe him. "Yeah, yeah, it's over. Here, drink some water."

Back then, Conner couldn't wrap his head around it—just a breakup, right? Was that really worth getting blackout drunk over? Life goes on, with or without a woman.

What he didn't realize was that, someday, he'd run into Annie again. And when that day came, he'd shamelessly chase after her, begging her to marry him.

At the time, Andre was busy searching for his little sister, while Hansen's family kept pushing him to settle down. But Andre had enough pull at home to stand his ground—no marriage, no arranged dates with society girls, no matter what his parents wanted.

Andre never could have imagined that one day, he'd end up completely smitten by Mia. When she laughed, he couldn't help but laugh too; when she was upset, he'd do anything to cheer her up. She'd get herself into trouble, and he would always be there, picking up the pieces with a smile, never once complaining. Even when he was mad, just thinking about her would soften him, his anger just for show.

And he definitely never expected to have a clingy little son, running through the house calling him "Dad," with his tiny butt always in danger of a playful smack.

After Milka moved overseas, she stuck by her mom, helping her settle into a new company. Once her mother got the hang of things, Milka started job-hunting, hoping to find something that made her happy.

Maybe back then, she was a little lost—bouncing between options, not quite sure of her path.

"Did you ever think about me while you were away?" Years later, the two ex-lovers sat across from each other. Mars asked quietly.

Milka couldn't meet his eyes, afraid he'd see every feeling she'd tried so hard to hide. "Sometimes. Not a lot."

Not a lot? Truth was, she thought about him all the time. When she moved into her new apartment, she remembered Mars calling her, asking what kind of place she liked. When she was job-hunting, she'd sit on a bench, eating a sandwich, watching people rush by. Sometimes, she'd lose her appetite completely, just sitting there, missing Mars.

At night, walking alone through narrow alleys, she'd rush home, heart racing. If Mars had been with her—his easy swagger, his careless grin—she wouldn't have been scared of anything.

She'd come home, out of breath, and think of Mars, and of the home she used to have when both her parents were around.

Milka reached for her chopsticks too, and without thinking, Mars placed a piece of food onto her plate.

He paused, surprised at himself. "Sorry. Habit. I've gotten used to eating with Tiger—I always serve him food, feed him."

"Tiger? Who's that?"

"The little guy you met the other day," Mars replied.

Milka smiled. "He's adorable. I wanted to hold him that day."

Who doesn't want to cuddle a chubby, sweet little toddler?

Too bad Mars kept him in his arms the whole time, holding his tiny hand and soothing him when he fussed. Milka never even got the chance to touch the boy.