Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mars munched on his roast chicken, sounding offhand as he asked, "So, that guy you had dinner with last time-how long have you two been dating?"

Milka barely glanced up. "He's just a business partner."

Mars smirked. "A business partner who sends roses? That's a new one."

Milka shot him a look. "Why do you care, anyway?"

Mars just shrugged, piling more food onto his fork. "Hey, you're right, it's not my business. But maybe check if there's any news in your belly-I'm still waiting to hear I'll be an uncle."

Milka rolled her eyes and focused on her food.

Of course, they both knew she wasn't pregnant. Months had passed—if there was any news, they'd have heard it by now. And Milka, being a woman, definitely knew her monthly cycle hadn't missed a beat.

But neither of them brought it up. They just left things as they were, unspoken. Every now and then, Mars would call and ask, "Any news about my nephew yet?" Milka would answer, "Nope."

It was a flimsy excuse—just a way for them to stay in touch.

After dinner, Mars drove Milka back to her apartment. "If you like that little guy so much, we can drop him off at school together when term starts."

hesitated, her situation a little complicated. "We'll

offer hung in the air, gently turned down. He watched her walk inside, then headed

grin. “Well, look who wandered in! For a second, I thought

Jupiter's old

at him, puzzled. "Who told

was thinking about visiting Jupiter tomorrow. Wanna

eyes lit up. "So, Milka's back, huh?

"Yeah. She's been back a while.

day, father and son went to visit

place, trying to talk

a young guy like you doing playing the sick old

turned, spotting

was a time when the two families were

were both there, each with their

in, giving his