Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1637

"I'm fine, really. I don't feel a thing, but you all insist on making a big deal and dragging me to treatment," Jupiter grumbled, stubborn as ever.

Milka sat with her father for a while in the living room. The TV was blasting some military news, but she barely listened. Out of nowhere, she asked, "Dad, do you ever miss Mom?"

"Not at all." Jupiter shot back so fast, it was like he'd been rehearsing the answer.

Milka didn't say anything else. She just sat there, and even though the TV was on, the whole room felt strangely quiet.

Eventually, she got up. "I'm going upstairs to get ready for bed. Gotta be at the office early tomorrow."

Once she left, Jupiter felt irritated for reasons he couldn't name. He waved at his aide and grumbled, "Turn off the TV. Go to bed."

The next morning, Milka stepped outside and spotted Mars' car parked where he'd left it the night before. She spun the keys around her finger, then hopped right in.

Five minutes later, Mars' phone rang. He was on his morning run, but he picked up. "Yeah? What's up?"

Milka's voice was sheepish, "How do you adjust your side mirrors?"

Mars snorted, "Seriously? Just wait for me. Don't touch anything."

Another five minutes and Mars jogged up in his workout clothes, still catching his breath.

Milka stared, "How'd you get here so fast?"

started fiddling with the mirror controls.

several miles! What are you,

run. Back in the academy, I used to run all day. Check—are the mirrors good now?" He

glanced, nodded.

neck. "My dad hasn't had breakfast yet. Go in and

haven't showered. Should I go use your

rolled her eyes. "Try it and see what

just smirked, tapping the car door. "Go on,

him a

lazy grin. “Sure, sure. I'll just use your

"You're impossible!" she huffed.

laughed and jogged up the steps to the Solomon house. "Uncle, Milka told

the conversation toward old stories, hoping to clear up some things from

eyed him. "Why are you so interested

don't make the same

almost smiled. "If I really thought of you as my son-in-law, you think I'd

"As long as Milka's single, I'm still

mind, Milka

"I'm going

might be a candidate, but you're not