Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1698

Henry tilted his head and asked, “Why not, Grandpa?”

Hansen started to explain, but after looking at his grandson’s stubborn little face, he just shook his head. “You wouldn’t understand. Just don’t call her that, okay?”

Lately, Mia had been obsessed with honeydew melon, so Andre picked up a few on his way home for lunch. But before Mia could even get a taste, their son had already claimed one for himself, chomping away happily.

“Dad, is Mia not home?” Andre asked.

Hansen was just as puzzled. “Our Mia’s been out a lot lately. Do you think she and her friends are up to something they’re not telling us about?”

Immediately, Andre called his sister. “Molly, where are you?”

“I’m at work, grinding away. What’s up, Andre?”

Andre hung up, feeling only slightly better. Still, where could Mia be? She wasn’t with their son, and she hadn’t been out with friends, either. The Silent Ring season was over, so she couldn’t be off at the gym practicing boxing. She hadn’t mentioned any plans, and recently, she hadn’t been acting out of the ordinary. So where was she disappearing to?

“She’s not, like, seeing someone else, right?” Mars blurted out.

That comment earned Mars a bruised tailbone and a few days stuck in bed.

It was bad enough that Milka came over to look after the poor guy. “If you can’t say anything nice, maybe just keep your mouth shut,” she scolded. “You brought this on yourself.”

Mars propped himself up on his elbows, looking wounded. “I was just joking! He says his wife’s missing again, so I said maybe she found someone new, and he punched me. Some friend—forget it, I’m done with him.”

Milka sat beside him, peeling an orange and handing him a section. “Who jokes like that? Andre may have punched you, but if Mia had been here, you’d be six feet under by now.”

Mars chewed on the orange, trying to play it cool. “Hey, maybe I’m lucky. If I hadn’t gotten hurt, you wouldn’t be here taking care of me.”

That night, Milka made him vegetable porridge and tried to help him sit up. “Can you eat sitting down?”

Mars shook his head. “Nope.”

Milka rolled her eyes. “You really had this coming, you know.”

“Uncle, do you know how much caretakers cost? I can’t afford that.”

Jupiter huffed. “Fine, I’ll pay for one.”

Mars grinned. “Great, you pay.”

Jupiter fell silent. He’d forgotten that all his money was sent abroad every month to his wife.

“I don’t have any money either,” Jupiter finally admitted.

“Then let your assistant look after us both—it’s not any extra trouble,” Mars suggested.

Jupiter muttered, “Mars, you’re getting slier every day.”

Mars just laughed. “If you want to marry Milka, playing it safe won’t get you very far.”