Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1693

Mars took one look at her face and instantly figured it out.

“I’d love to see which moron thinks they can steal my girl!” he growled, storming downstairs in a huff.

Milka scrambled after him.

When they reached the car, Mars yanked open the passenger door and jabbed a finger at the bouquet. “You really let this ugly thing ride shotgun? Get it out of my car. I don’t want this mess polluting my ride!”

Milka hurried over, caught off guard by the whole mix-up. She looked at Mars, sheepish, as if she’d just been caught cheating. “I don’t even know who sent it. I thought it was you.”

“My eyes aren’t that bad. Like I’d ever pick something this hideous. If you won’t toss it, I will.” Mars grabbed the flowers and dumped them in the nearest trash can.

“Milka, if I ever find out who’s trying to cut in on me, they’re in for it,” Mars warned.

Milka just shrugged, unfazed. “...Okay. I’m starving~”

Mars slammed the car door—he had a temper, no doubt. But as soon as he was at her side, he softened, gently taking her wrist. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

Milka bit her lip, hiding a smile as he pulled her upstairs.

At dinner, Mars made sure the biggest bouquet of roses he’d bought was front and center on the table. Passersby kept sneaking glances; Mars looked smug as ever.

Meanwhile, Andre was driving home from work, eyeing the flower shops and people on the street, all carrying bouquets.

Everyone seemed to have someone to bring flowers to. But what about his Mia?

Lost in thought, Andre headed home.

In the Cedillo living room—

“What’s this?” Mia asked, pointing at a picture book in front of her son.

Henry stood there, pudgy finger on a drawing, lips pouting. “It’s a bird~”

Andre opened the back door, letting Henry climb in.

Without even turning off the engine, Andre pulled away again.

In the backseat, Henry immediately started tattling. “Dad, Cooper says you can’t touch a tiger’s tail, but why can Mom smack me? Aren’t I a little tiger cub too?”

Andre kept his eyes on the road, glancing at Henry in the rearview. “Because you’re still a little rascal. You need Mom’s tough love.”

Henry pouted. “So when will I be a big tiger?”

He sulked for a second, then glanced at his dad—after all, his dad was the Tiger, and Mom still bossed him around.

Andre caught his son’s eyes in the mirror. “Sit tight. We’ll pick up a present for Mom on the way home, sound good?”

“Yeah!” Henry perked right up, wriggling between the seats instead of sitting still, chattering away. “Dad, what kind of gift are we getting Mom?”