Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1638

At the office, Milka kept checking her phone, opening up Mars's chat over and over, but she just couldn't figure out what to say. After a lot of back-and-forth, she finally typed, "Did you leave my place yet?"

Mars shot back, full of mischief: "Hung your towel out on the balcony after I used it."

Milka just stared at her screen: "..."

As soon as work was over, she grabbed her bag and bolted.

Director Grant had planned to ask her to dinner, but all he caught was the sight of her hurrying away. "How did Milka get here today?" he wondered aloud.

"No clue. I think she drove," someone said.

Grant frowned, watching her go. She'd just come back from overseas-she couldn't have bought a car that fast, could she? He'd heard her dad was high up in the military. Maybe she'd borrowed his car?

Making a mental note to check her plates next time, Grant started plotting-if he could get in good with Milka's family, his future wouldn't stop at this company. His ambition was written all over his face as he watched her disappear.

Milka got home and headed straight upstairs to her room. She opened the door- the balcony was empty, her bed was neatly made, and on her desk was a piece of paper and a pen.

She walked over and picked it up: a rough sketch of a piglet, with an arrow and a note "This one's called Silly Piggy Ying."

me," she grumbled, but she tucked

it everywhere lately. The day he went to Maplewood Estates to visit his godson, he rode a shared bike all the

guard did a double take.

that's me." Mars flashed a grin. "Mind

his own frustrations with his son.

raising a boy

Maplewood Estates was

used to drive, the place didn't seem so massive. Now, pedaling

last, he made it to the residential area, parked the bike, and wiped

"Hey, little man!

"studying," perked up immediately. "Goddad!" He dropped his pen and

barked, "Henry, get back here and

and sighed in relief. "This

Henry onto

glanced at his son, then at Mars. "Where's

said,