Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1743

Milka had been back for some time now, and she could tell her parents still cared about each other, even if they wouldn’t admit it.

“Mars, this is my family’s problem. I’ll leave it to you to judge what’s fair,” Milka said.

Mars shot back, raising his voice, “Fair? What does that even mean? I don’t want to marry you, you don’t want to marry me, we mind our own business, split everything down the middle, you stay out of my family’s stuff, I stay out of yours—is that really fair? Please.”

Mars’s intensity totally overpowered Milka, and she was left with nothing to say.

“Just tell me—do you still want to marry me or not?”

“…Yeah.”

Mars broke into a wide grin. “That’s all I needed to hear. Hop out and go home, see how your parents really feel about this. When I make a move, I don’t beat around the bush—I get things done fast!” He practically strutted.

After feeling each other out, Mars was ready to leave. Milka walked him downstairs. “I think my mom still wants to be with my dad, she just can’t swallow her pride.”

“Your dad’s the same. He’d rather get divorced than back down, and now he wants to get back together but can’t bring himself to say it. Seriously, they’re both over fifty and still playing the pride game.

Let me tell you, Milka, if I ever went head-to-head with your dad, I’d beat him just because of that stubborn streak.” Mars always had a way with words—straightforward and a little cocky.

When they reached the front of his building, Milka asked, “What day are you leaving next month?”

“The tenth.”

Milka glanced at his car. “Should I give your car back tomorrow?” She’d gotten it in a hurry and hadn’t had a chance to clean it. She was planning to wash it inside and out before returning it.

But Mars just barked, “Why bother with all that? I bought this car for you when we got engaged. I’m heading out soon anyway—just keep driving it.”

Once again, Milka was left speechless.

Henry, knowing where his backup was, wrapped his little arms around his uncle’s neck, whining, “Uncle, Mom’s after me again—wahhh~”

Mia took him back from Bruce’s arms. “Big brother, don’t spoil him. He made this mess, he can clean it up. There’s shredded paper everywhere—grab the broom and start sweeping.”

Henry looked around at the family, hoping someone would take his side, but nobody budged. “Grandpa~”

Hansen looked at Mia and said, “Mia, why not let the housekeeper clean up? You and Henry both have school in the morning. Let’s get some sleep.”

Mia shook her head and looked at her youngest, firm but not unkind. “No way. He made the mess, he cleans it.”

She handed him a broom and a little trash bin. “Get started. If your dad comes home and sees this disaster, he’ll have words with you too.”

Henry pouted, clutching the broom with his tiny hands, looking up with big, watery eyes. “Mommy, I don’t know how to do it~”