Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1783

There was a little kid wandering around Maplewood Estates in his pajamas, padding quietly on his tiny feet. He tugged on Mars’s arm, trying his hardest to climb up. “Godfather, what are you looking at? Let me see too!”

Milka glanced over at her phone with a fond smile. “This little food buddy—whose side is he really on, yours or mine?”

The clever little guy looked confused. He stared up at Milka, voice soft and milky, “Godmom, what’s a food buddy?”

Milka scooped Henry into her arms, grinning. “It means someone who’s your best friend at the dinner table.”

Henry nodded, looking very serious about this new truth.

Mars had come to Maplewood Estates to borrow a plane. Andre had already told him over the phone: it’s at the usual spot, just go grab it. But Mars insisted on coming over in person.

Andre, knowing exactly how his buddy operated, shot back, “...You bringing Milka?”

“Yup.”

Mars just wanted to show off—he needed Andre to see he and Milka were really becoming a thing.

Andre paused, probably questioning all his life choices. “What time?”

“When’s our boy getting home?”

Andre was speechless.

After picking up the little rascal from school, they went straight back to Maplewood Estates. Mia hauled her dirt-smeared son to the bathroom. “Henry, did you roll around in the dirt at school again?”

Henry answered matter-of-factly, “Nope. Teacher said no dirt-rolling today. That’s for tomorrow.”

Mia sighed, pulling him closer. “Eyes closed, time to wash your hair. Your godparents are coming—look at you! Who’d want to see you looking like this?”

Henry obediently shut his eyes. “Just scrub me clean and I’ll be good as new!”

His messy clothes were stripped off and tossed in the laundry, and a housekeeper whisked them away.

Once Henry was clean from head to toe, he finally looked like a proper little gentleman—just in time for Milka and Mars to arrive.

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