Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1622

Milka said, "You know, I remember you used to be a lot easier on the eyes."

Mars shot her a look. "Excuse me, I look just fine now."

They reached the restaurant.

It was the same spot where Milka had first bumped into Mars after coming back home-his godson had swiped someone's roses, and Mars had promised to buy a new bouquet to make up for it.

By the time Mars got there, the couple with the roses was long gone.

Milka grinned, settling into her seat. "That little dumpling, so chubby and cute. Good thing he's not your actual kid-you could never make something that adorable." She remembered poor Henry's face, all hurt and confused, and couldn't help but chuckle. She'd even started to wonder if she was in the wrong— why did roses have to come with thorns, anyway?

Mars grabbed the menu and rattled off a few dishes. "Not my son by blood, but it's close enough. And don't jinx me. For all we know, my real kid might come from you one day."

handed the menu back to the

"I didn't

always order

softly lit and almost too quiet as they waited for

abroad? What brought you back?" Milka let out a sigh. "My dad's old injury is acting up again. His doctor keeps complaining he won't cooperate with treatment. A few years back,

same gunshot wound from ten years ago?" Mars

Milka nodded.

coming home, her dad, Jupiter, had been sulking with her, refusing

"Didn't your dad always spoil you? Why's he giving you the

the country, Dad felt like abandoned him. Now I'm back, and he acts like I'm a

and the

but she was already planning to join the force herself, hoping she could