Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1633

Mr. Solomon glanced at Mars, who was slouched on the couch, his usual easygoing attitude falling away as the conversation grew serious. Suddenly, he was the Mars from his team—focused, reliable, and mature.

“She used to have it all, you know? Parents who adored her, a little family bubble, and a boyfriend who only had eyes for her. Back then, everyone doted on her.

But now? That family’s gone, and before she could build a new one, it fell apart too. Her parents could start over with new families anytime, and she’s left on her own. If even her own mom and dad might walk away, how could she trust a boyfriend who’s just a ghost from her past?

Honestly, it’s safer for her to put her energy into work. At least if everything else falls apart, she’ll have her own money to fall back on. The more she saves, the safer she feels. And without that sense of security… well, who could ever be happy?”

Milka had always been protected—by her parents, by her boyfriend. She’d never been forced to swallow her pride or say nice things she didn’t mean. She liked Mars’s sneakers, but work meant squeezing into heels. She wasn’t big on makeup, but showing up bare-faced was out of the question.

Mars couldn’t pretend he didn’t keep tabs on Milka. When you care about someone, you can’t help yourself—your heart just pulls you toward them, no matter what you say. He always found an excuse to be close by.

Mr. Solomon fell quiet, weighed down by old regrets. “Back then, Milka was already in college. I thought she’d be able to handle what happened between us.”

Mars shook his head. “Even if Milka was a mom herself, there are things you just can’t accept.”

Mr. Solomon’s voice was heavy. “Tell me honestly, Mars. Do you still care about Milka?”

Mars straightened up and didn’t dodge the question. “Sir, I won’t lie. If I didn’t care about her, I wouldn’t keep coming by your house.”

It wasn’t as if he had loads of free time. He wasn’t dropping in all the time just to check on his old boss—he was here for the boss’s daughter. His ex.

Jupiter: “…”

So she came home.

It was only after she returned that Milka found out her dad had been quietly sending all his earnings to support her and her mom over the years.

That night, she told her mother, “Mom, all that money we’ve been getting all these years—that wasn’t government support. Dad was sending it to us, making sure we were okay.”

Abby let out a deep sigh. “I know.”

Milka stared at her, surprised. “You knew? How long have you known?”

Abby replied, “I figured it out the second year we moved here. He never liked spending money—he only ever cared about his work. After twenty years together, he still doesn’t even know how much he makes. I’ve always held onto his cards.”