Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1623

Mars never really knew much about how Milka's parents got along. Back then, he was at the height of his own chaos-barely out of his teens, already rising up the ranks, juggling multiple defense projects. Everything he'd achieved was built on sleepless nights and stubborn grit.

All he wanted was for Milka, when she finally came to him, to have a life with fewer bumps and more comfort.

During that stretch, Mars was running on fumes-sometimes he'd go three days and barely catch five hours of sleep. The moment he stumbled out of some dense jungle, eyes bloodshot from exhaustion, he'd reach for his phone and call her just to say, I'm safe.

He'd ask how her classes were going.

But this time, when Milka answered, she told him her parents were on the brink of divorce over something small. "Seriously? They're splitting up over that? Marriage isn't about who's in charge. Try talking to your mom-help her see there's no need to blow things up." Always the practical guy, Mars saw things through a man's lens.

The comfort Milka craved from him just wasn't there. She knew exactly how her mother felt. "Why does Dad get to order everyone around at home? Why should Mom always have to give in? She's a person too-why should she have to swallow her pride?"

"Why are you so upset? It's just a fight; you can smooth things over." In the background, Mars's team was shouting for him to get in the car. "I gotta go. Try to calm things down, I'll call you from the dorm."

He hung up and climbed into the truck, feeling worse than before.

One of his buddies nudged him with a grin. "Come on, Commander White, we just nailed the mission, you even talked to your girl-why the long face?"

figure out," Mars muttered,

thought stuck with

bow her head and keep quiet

chance to talk it through with

hit rock

said flatly, turning to his aide. "Go get the

apart at home, but Mars had no idea. He wasn't there. Their calls grew fewer, and when they did talk, he'd just ask about her classes or what

Can I just rest

and stopped in his tracks.

long time. He could hear her

for a few days?

home for a month. Her parents

in that moment, looked lonelier

in. He packed his things