Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1691

Mr. Nettleton snapped a photo of the flowers he’d just bought and dropped it in the guys’ group chat, showing off without a hint of shame. “Getting married is just an endless money pit. These flowers alone cost me almost eighty bucks today.”

Barely two minutes later, Andre didn’t bother with words—he just sent a screenshot of a bank transfer.

Sender: Andre. Recipient: Mia. Amount: $520,000.

See? No one can outspend Andre.

Asher piped up, “Conner, you’re not even in the same league as Andre.”

Conner shot back, “Annie loves the flowers I give her. It doesn’t matter how much you spend—nothing beats me showing up with a bouquet just for her.”

Mars chimed in, “Conner, you seriously need to check your local prices. You’re getting ripped off, man. Look at these—bigger than yours, and not even sixty bucks.”

Mars attached a picture, clearly proud of his own flowers.

Conner retorted, “What do you know? I bought two—one for Annie, one for Lizzy.”

Teddy, their perpetually single friend, asked Mars, “So, you and Milka back together?”

Mars replied, “It’s only a matter of time.”

Conner snickered, “So the answer’s no.”

Asher joked, “Mars, I’m still waiting for your daughter to go head-to-head with Conner’s someday.”

Mars said, “If you’re counting on anybody, it’s gotta be me.”

Teddy tagged Asher and added, “Don’t be so sure.”

Conner and Mars both assumed Teddy was referring to Andre’s second kid, but only Andre raised an eyebrow, confused.

A moment later, Andre called Teddy. “Teddy, does Asher have something going on?”

“Yeah, and it’s been a while.”

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That afternoon, Milka strolled out of the office with a bouquet in her arms, grinning ear to ear.

“I’ll send you the restaurant address. Get off early—I’ll be waiting.”

Blushing, Milka hung up.

This whole time with Mars since she’d come back—their messy, complicated, wonderful back-and-forth—had been the happiest stretch of her life. Every day felt like it was full of promise.

She went back to her seat, still grinning at the flowers.

“Milka, are those from your boyfriend?” a coworker asked.

Milka was in such a good mood, she answered, “Not exactly… probably my ex.”

She didn’t realize Mr. Grant, the department manager, overheard.

Wait, that guy was Milka’s ex?

Mr. Grant eyed the bouquet on her desk. So she actually accepted them, huh?

Standing around the corner, he quietly listened as Milka chatted with her colleagues, picking up that she’d agreed to meet her ex that night. A sly smile spread across his face. He turned away without saying a word to her about the flowers—and headed back to his office, secret safe for now.