Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1636

She flashed a smile, opened the passenger door, and hopped in. Turning to the staff lingering outside, she called out, “Thanks for your hard work, everyone! Go home and get some rest. See you tomorrow, Director Grant.” Milka waved cheerfully at Director Grant.

Before anyone could blink, Mars strode over and wrapped his hand around Milka’s, the same one she’d been using to wave goodbye. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the “driver” just took her hand and walked away with her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Director Grant was left standing there, looking completely baffled. Who the heck was this guy, barging in like that?

Inside the car, Mars shot her a look. “So now I’m your driver? Not bad for a Colonel.”

Milka pulled her hand back and buckled her seatbelt. “What was I supposed to say—‘Hey everyone, this is my ex-boyfriend’?”

“Drop the ‘ex,’” Mars snapped, annoyed. “Hate that word.”

“So… just a friend?”

Mars squinted at her. “Milka, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

Milka let out a dismissive snort and turned away to watch the neon lights streak by outside the window. The city looked so alive—almost unreal.

She rolled down the window, letting the buttery streetlights wash over her face. The shadows of night framed her profile, and Mars kept sneaking glances—she looked like a painting, caught between light and dark.

Milka leaned against the door, closed her eyes, and let the summer breeze play with her hair. For a moment, she could almost pretend she was home again.

Mars broke the silence. “Did you drink tonight?”

“Nope. My client’s trying to quit, so we stuck to tea.” Normally, she’d have at least had a glass or two.

Mars kept glancing at her, even though her eyes were shut. She could feel it. “If you’ve got something to say, just say it. Why keep staring at me?”

He cleared his throat, awkward. “That night, when we both got wasted… did something actually happen?”

Milka’s eyes snapped open. She stared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mars rubbed his nose, embarrassed. “I was so gone, I don’t remember a thing.”

Milka didn’t answer.

Milka looked at him, puzzled. “What for?”

Mars pressed his car keys into her hand. “I don’t have anywhere to be, and the car’s just going to gather dust. Use it for work, makes life easier.”

He dropped her off at the door and headed off on foot.

Milka hurried after him, trying to give the keys back, but Mars’s long legs ate up the distance and he was gone before she could catch him.

She stopped, looked around, then just shrugged and headed inside.

Jupiter was waiting for her. “Milka, how’d you get home?”

“You already told Mars where I was, didn’t you?”

She tossed Mars’s car keys into her bag, then settled down next to her dad. “How are you feeling today?”