Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1751

Everyone in the office was sneaking glances at the two of them, practically eavesdropping with their eyes. Director Grant cared a lot about saving face; he wasn’t about to let everyone know he’d been chasing after Milka only to get turned down, so he let it go without another word.

Back at his desk, he shot Milka a text: “Hey, you free at lunch? Want to grab a bite together?”

Milka saw the message and typed back right away, “Sorry, I’ve already got plans.”

She put her phone down, and after that, only Mars would occasionally ping her. “Milka, pick me up tonight? I need to grab some stuff for the house.”

“Doesn’t the base store have all that? Can’t you just buy it there?” she replied.

Mars wrote, “Didn’t you say my taste is terrible and you have to pick things out for me?”

Milka couldn’t help but smile. She texted back, “Dork.”

Back in high school, Mars would dash out the classroom door the second the bell rang, heading straight downstairs to find his girlfriend. He was that kid who never carried his own backpack—he and Milka shared hers. Most days, he’d be the one slinging her white canvas bag over his shoulder.

Sharing one bag wasn’t a big deal—until exam week, when they had to lug every book home. Then, one bag just wasn’t enough. So Milka told Mars to get a backup. He did.

The one he bought was a grimy-looking gray. If the price tag hadn’t still been on, Milka would have thought he picked it up off a lost-and-found pile.

Mars, though, was totally proud. “See? This color never looks dirty!”

Milka frowned, holding it up. “How about you just wash your stuff? It looks filthy even when it’s brand new. I’m tempted to scrub it with a shoe brush right now.”

Eventually, she gave in, took the bag—tag still on—and exchanged it for a black one at the same store. Mars grumbled, “But I wanted the green one.”

Sometimes Milka would come back to her desk to find her water bottle freshly filled. She’d ask the people sitting nearby, “Let me guess, Mars was here?”

“Obviously. Your boyfriend can’t go more than a couple of periods without checking on you.”

Even in their plain school uniforms, the two of them looked perfect together.

Roberto and Jupiter went way back—they even used to live in the same old courtyard. Back in the day, Roberto had been Jupiter’s class president; later, Roberto went into politics, Jupiter stayed in the military, but they always kept in touch.

Because Jupiter was away on duty so much, he kept a home in Havenbrook for his daughter’s schooling. Abby, his wife, lived there with their daughter, and Jupiter came back to visit whenever he could.

When Mars and Milka were still keeping their relationship under wraps, Roberto promised Jupiter, “Don’t worry about the base. If your wife or niece ever need anything, just let me know.”