Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1637

“I’m fine, really. I don’t feel a thing, but you all insist on making a big deal and dragging me to treatment,” Jupiter grumbled, stubborn as ever.

Milka sat with her father for a while in the living room. The TV was blasting some military news, but she barely listened. Out of nowhere, she asked, “Dad, do you ever miss Mom?”

“Not at all.” Jupiter shot back so fast, it was like he’d been rehearsing the answer.

Milka didn’t say anything else. She just sat there, and even though the TV was on, the whole room felt strangely quiet.

Eventually, she got up. “I’m going upstairs to get ready for bed. Gotta be at the office early tomorrow.”

Once she left, Jupiter felt irritated for reasons he couldn’t name. He waved at his aide and grumbled, “Turn off the TV. Go to bed.”

The next morning, Milka stepped outside and spotted Mars’ car parked where he’d left it the night before. She spun the keys around her finger, then hopped right in.

Five minutes later, Mars’ phone rang. He was on his morning run, but he picked up. “Yeah? What’s up?”

Milka’s voice was sheepish, “How do you adjust your side mirrors?”

Mars snorted, “Seriously? Just wait for me. Don’t touch anything.”

Another five minutes and Mars jogged up in his workout clothes, still catching his breath.

Milka stared, “How’d you get here so fast?”

Mars opened the car door and started fiddling with the mirror controls. “Ran from my place. Morning exercise.”

“Your place? That’s, like, several miles! What are you, training for a marathon?” Milka gawked at him.

He shrugged. “Just a two-hour run. Back in the academy, I used to run all day. Check—are the mirrors good now?” He leaned in, helping her adjust.

Milka glanced, nodded. “They’re fine.”

She noticed sweat dripping down his neck. “My dad hasn’t had breakfast yet. Go in and eat with him.”

Mars grinned, teasing, “I haven’t showered. Should I go use your bathroom later?”

Milka rolled her eyes. “Try it and see what happens.”

Mars just smirked, tapping the car door. “Go on, get out of here.”

Jupiter gave him a look. “You might be a candidate, but you’re not my son-in-law yet.”

Mars wiped his mouth, unfazed. “Does it matter? Sooner or later, I will be.”

He headed upstairs, knowing Jupiter couldn’t exactly chase after him.

Mars pushed open the bedroom door. The bed was unmade, blankets everywhere, Milka’s pajamas tossed on top. He couldn’t help but smile to himself.

Ten minutes later, Mars came down looking way too satisfied.

He washed his face in the guest bathroom. “Uncle, I’m heading out. I’ll come by for breakfast again soon.”

Jupiter called out, “Mars, what did you just do in Milka’s room?”

Mars just grinned, “She knows.”

At work, Milka couldn’t focus all morning. Mars was always so unpredictable. If he said he’d do something, he’d go right ahead—as if there were no boundaries between them at all.