Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1692

His original plan was straightforward: drop off the flowers, then ask Milka out for dinner that night.

But things took a turn—she accepted the flowers, only for someone else to swoop in and invite her out before he even had the chance. Now, that was interesting.

Director Grant had bumped into that other guy a handful of times, enough to get a read on him. If he found out Milka had accepted Grant’s flowers, would he blow up at her? Would their dinner end in a dramatic fight?

Leaning back in his office chair, Grant couldn’t help but grin smugly at the thought.

Milka set the bouquet gently on the passenger seat and headed to the restaurant Mars had picked out.

Meanwhile, Anya was practically buzzing with excitement—she was about to get an aunt! She couldn’t keep it to herself, so she texted Leo: “Chad, Uncle Mars just sent Milka flowers! Am I going to have to start calling her Aunt Milka?”

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Leo glanced at his phone, then looked up at his team. “Hey, what’s today again?”

Chunky checked his phone. “It’s the Qixi Festival, the one with the cowherd and the weaver girl—Chinese Valentine’s Day.”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “So, people actually give flowers on Qixi?”

Alyna chimed in, “Not everyone. Some people do it just for fun, some don’t bother at all.”

Leo didn’t hesitate. “Alyna, can you order a bouquet of roses for me? Have them sent here. I’ll finish up early tonight and spend some time with Ms. Anya.”

Chunky shot Leo a curious look. “What’s got you suddenly interested in the holiday, Leo?”

Leo smirked, holding up his phone. “Little Ms. Anya is on a mission to find herself an aunt. My uncle’s really stepping up, sending flowers and everything. She couldn’t wait to tell me.”

If it had been any other day, he wouldn’t have given the flowers much thought. It took Anya’s message for him to realize—of course, it’s Qixi.

Mars noticed her less-than-thrilled expression and came over. “You don’t like them?”

Milka frowned, thinking. If these were from Mars, then who sent the ones in her car?

Definitely not the way Mars pictured this going. “What colors do you like? I’ll go get you another bouquet.”

“Mars, you only bought this one today, right?”

Mars rolled his eyes, “Of course. I don’t have a daughter—I’m chasing just one woman. Why would I buy more than one bouquet?”

His gaze sharpened. “Did someone else send you flowers today?”

Milka hesitated, not saying a word.