Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1635

“Henry, are you part pig or something? You and your uncle go out and can’t even bother with a shower?” Mia scolded as she scrubbed her son.

The little tiger cub bellowed back, “I did take a bath! Mommy’s just picking on her stinky baby again!”

Mars couldn’t see his godson on the screen anymore. Andre needed to help with shampoo duty, so he ended the call and hurried into the bathroom. “Where’d you go with your uncle?”

“Hmph, not telling you, Dad!” Henry pouted, arms crossed in protest.

Mia shot back, “You’re such a little guy, but that temper is something else. What’s next, you think you can just grow wings and fly away?”

“I am flying!” Henry declared, grinning.

Andre stepped in, “Alright, eyes closed. Let me rinse your hair.”

Henry squeezed his eyes shut, and as Andre poured warm water over his head, he puckered his lips and spat out the water like a champion.

“Whose kid are you, anyway?” Mia asked, half annoyed, half amused.

“I’m just some random kid!” Henry replied, full of mischief.

Mia grumbled, but the fondness in her voice was clear.

Fresh out of the bath, Henry tore through the living room wearing nothing but his birthday suit, giggling as he went.

“Honey, who was that on the phone?” Mia called out.

Andre replied, “Mars. He sounded bored—probably just wanted to chat with Henry.”

Henry, hearing his name, ran over. “Dad, I wanna talk to my goddad!”

Andre handed him the phone, dialed, and switched to speaker.

It rang a few times—then, surprisingly, the call was declined.

Mars had heard his phone vibrate and saw Andre’s name pop up, but just as he was about to answer, a group stepped out of the restaurant. Without missing a beat, he hung up and started his car, driving over.

“Yeah, Milka, who knows—maybe someday the director will be showing up at your door for dinner!”

“Go on, Milka!”

Director Grant chuckled and held out his hand, inviting her toward his car. “After you, beautiful.”

Before Milka could reply, the sudden screech of brakes broke the moment. A car stopped right in front of the Majestic Dining Enclave, everyone turning as Mars blocked the entrance.

“Milka, get in. Let’s go home,” came Mars’s steady, unmistakable voice.

Milka bent down, leaning toward the open passenger window, catching Mars behind the wheel. Her smile was impossible to hide.

She could always tell if he was in a good mood or not, just by looking.

Turning back to her boss, Milka said with a polite smile, “Thank you for the ride, Director Grant. My driver’s here, so I’ll be off.”