Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1666

Milka just stared, lost for words.

Mars grinned as he tucked his phone away. “Milka, isn’t this girl adorable? Leo’s got a soft spot for her kind, but me—I only have eyes for you.”

Milka grabbed a piece of chicken and dropped it into Mars’s bowl. “Eat your food.”

Her dad was still watching them.

Jupiter barely touched his meal before putting down his chopsticks. “I’m done.”

Mars teased, “Uncle, seeing Milka and me together—does it make you miss Auntie?”

Jupiter huffed, “Don’t talk nonsense. We’re divorced. There’s nothing between us anymore.”

With his aide’s help, Jupiter left the dining room for the living room. At the table, Milka and Mars exchanged a glance—years of unspoken understanding passing between them. Even after all this time, they could read each other with just a look.

Mars turned and threw his arm over the back of his chair, turning a simple move into something effortlessly cool. “Uncle, when you reach a certain age, it’s okay to have a stiff back, but you don’t have to keep a stiff mouth.”

Milka kicked him under the table, warning him to watch what he said.

He shot her a look, letting her know not to worry, then strolled over to the Solomon family’s liquor cabinet, making himself at home as always. He pulled out a bottle of wine he’d brought along and came back with two glasses, settling down next to Jupiter. “Uncle, you and I—both wounded by those two women. Let’s have a couple of drinks. This stuff isn’t strong, I promise.”

Every time Mars came to Milka’s place, he never arrived empty-handed. He always brought good liquor and fine cigars for the family. You could tell how much he cared just by the way he showed up.

Milka knew Mars was serious about her. He was the brightest, the warmest memory of her younger days, the one who’d always treated her best. She’d met others since, but none ever measured up.

Mars poured more wine, with Milka sitting by his side. “Uncle, come on, let’s have another.”

The more Jupiter drank, the more he spilled. “Milka’s mother knew I was proud, that I’d never back down. Why did she have to make me be the one to compromise?”

Jupiter just couldn’t figure it out.

Mars refilled his glass and said, “Uncle, we’re men—we’ll never totally get women. But look at it from Auntie’s side. She thought she was your most special person. You’d never back down in front of others, but with her, pride shouldn’t matter, right? Everyone’s got someone they’re willing to bend for.”

Jupiter waved him off. “My principles? I never bend.”

Milka was already fuming. Mars patted her knee, telling her to relax and let him handle it. “It’s easy to say, Uncle, but sometimes words hurt more than a knife ever could.”