Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1632

At dinner, Wayne, usually the quietest kid at the table, suddenly burst into tears for no clear reason. He kept scratching at his leg, his little face scrunched up and red as he insisted on being in his mom’s arms.

Molly scooped him up, noticing the red marks where he’d been scratching.

She gently took his hand. “Hey, sweetheart, tell Mommy what’s wrong?”

“Mommy, it hurts, it hurts—” Wayne sobbed, struggling to get the words out.

“I know you’re not feeling well. Is your leg itchy?” Molly softly scratched the spot for him. “What happened? This better not be an allergy.”

Chad frowned, clearly worried. “Probably from when we took photos in the wheat field this afternoon. The stalks must’ve irritated his skin.”

Molly hadn’t heard about the wheat field yet.

That night, all three of them rushed to the hospital. While they waited, they wrapped Wayne’s leg in a towel with ice water to calm the itching. They bought some ointment at the hospital, and after rubbing it in, Wayne finally managed to fall asleep—though it was well after midnight.

The next day, Wayne was dropped off at his grandpa’s house. As soon as they got out of the car, he yelled, “Brother!”

Hansen came out to meet them. “He’s not home yet. Just hang tight, he’ll be back soon.”

Five minutes later, Henry hopped out of another car. “Wayne!”

With both kids together, the parents from both families quickly made their exit.

Mars stopped calling Milka under the excuse of checking if she might be pregnant with his child. Instead, he started dropping by the Solomon house more and more, always saying he was there to check on Jupiter.

Jupiter wasn’t fooled—he knew Mars had his own agenda—but he didn’t seem to mind.

Milka went back upstairs, quickly threw on some makeup and a change of clothes. “Dad, I’m heading to the office. Got dinner plans tonight, so don’t wait up,” she called out.

She still didn’t bother with a hairdryer, just twisted her hair up with a clip as she headed out.

Mars called after her, “Aren’t you going to dry your hair?”

Milka, slipping into her heels at the door, shot back, “With this sun? It’ll be bone-dry by the time I get there.”

When she was gone, only Mars and Jupiter were left.

“Mars,” Jupiter said, “our family’s been in the military for generations. I never thought Milka would end up running a headhunting company. It doesn’t suit her. As her dad, I can tell—she’s not as happy as she used to be.”

Mars didn’t miss a beat. “That’s because she doesn’t feel safe anymore.”