Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1742

Milka and Mars locked eyes, both clearly hiding something they didn’t want Jupiter to catch on to.

Mars, chopsticks in hand, picked at his food. “We didn’t fight or anything, but we were upfront with each other. Now we’ve got two ‘troublemakers’ to deal with.”

Under the table, Milka shot Mars a quick kick. “Food’s getting cold. Stop eating already.”

Mars just shrugged. “Not cold. Still warm.” He kept eating, while Jupiter sat there, completely confused.

Seriously, what’s going on?

After dinner, Milka headed upstairs, saying she was going to shower. Mars stayed in the living room, peeling an orange and eyeing Jupiter. “Uncle, can I ask you something?”

“Oh, so now I’m your uncle again? Weren’t you just threatening to embarrass me if I didn’t agree to you marrying my daughter?”

Mars handed him a slice of orange. “That was then, this is now. Uncle, you’ve been sending money to my aunt all these years—what are you really after?”

Jupiter tried to play it cool. “I just want my daughter to have a good life. That’s all.”

Mars grinned. “If Milka and I get married, she’ll be relying on me, not you. Will you still be sending money to my aunt?”

Jupiter shot back, testing the waters, “You two… really getting back together?”

“There’s hope,” Mars said. “But I noticed you’ve sent all your money to my aunt. So, does that mean I’ll have to take care of you when you’re old?”

“No need. I’ve got my pension. Just take good care of Milka.”

“So your pension won’t be going to my aunt anymore?” Mars pressed.

Jupiter was silent for a moment. Truth was, he’d still send his pension to his ex-wife. She needed the security, and he really didn’t have any other use for it.

Suddenly, Jupiter narrowed his eyes. “What are you really trying to say?”

Milka replied softly, “Mom, I can’t handle any man coming close to me except Mars.”

That said it all. Abby realized her daughter was genuinely worried about her.

Earlier in the car, Mars had come up with a mischievous idea that made Milka want to scratch him.

He teased, “Milka, you seriously think your mom doesn’t have any admirers out there?”

“Absolutely not!” Milka huffed.

Mars held her hand, clearly enjoying himself. “Leave it to me. I can see it. My uncle just puts on a tough act. He acts like he lost face after the divorce, but he’s never really let my aunt go. And your mom, she still takes his monthly transfers, knowing it’s from his paycheck. Deep down, I bet she still thinks of them as a couple—just waiting for him to swallow his pride and apologize.”

“It’s just like us—no way we could ever forget each other. If that’s the case, maybe there’s hope for them too.”