Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1800

“Mars, your dad’s a general—are you seriously worried about a background check?”

Milka just stared at him, lost for words.

Mars tugged her up to the doors of the registry office. “Anything else you want to say? Spit it out now, then let’s go in and grab our marriage certificate.”

Milka hesitated. “Did you bring a white shirt?”

Mars frowned. “Why would I need a white shirt?”

“For the photos. We’ll look better.”

So Mars ended up outside the office, shelling out a hundred bucks for the fanciest white shirts the shop nearby had. He used one as a makeshift curtain so Milka couldn’t see as he wriggled into it right there in the car. Milka, ever the perfectionist, reached out to straighten his collar.

Mars grinned at her. “Alright, your turn. Shirt off, let’s see you in white.”

Milka flushed. “Can’t I change in the bathroom?”

“The bathroom stinks. Just change here with me.”

In the end, Milka ducked into the backseat to swap shirts. Then, hand in hand, they marched into the registry office.

Milka could hardly believe it. Just a few days ago they’d gotten engaged, and now they were about to make it official. “Is this what they call getting swept along? I barely know what’s happening.”

After the paperwork, Mars wasted no time. He scooped Milka up and kissed her right there on the steps, not caring who was watching. Once wasn’t enough—he kissed her again and again, giddy and fearless. He whispered, “With this certificate, even if I die, you’re stuck with me—you’ll have to bury me right next to you.”

He flashed her a wicked smile. “Tonight, you’re coming home with me. If you won’t, I’ll just move into your room at your parents’ place.”

Milka shot him a look. “How did you even get my dad to agree to this?”

Mars shrugged. “I didn’t.”

They’d pulled it all off behind Jupiter’s back, smooth as could be.

Milka stared at him, almost panicking. “Then who did you submit the marriage application to?”

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