Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1871

Milka hung up the phone and pushed her luggage, following the signs toward her husband.

Sure enough, as soon as she reached the exit, before she even stepped out, the man was standing there, straighter than the ground crew, staring fixedly at her.

That gaze was extremely unfriendly!

If they weren't legally married, Milka would have suspected he was a human trafficker eyeing her, planning to throw her over his shoulder and sell her off.

Just as she scanned her ID and exited the station, the luggage in her hand was snatched away by the man. His other hand domineeringly grabbed her wrist, leading her toward the parking lot.

Milka scoffed. "The human trafficker is making his move."

Back in the car, Mars stowed the luggage and got in. Before even starting the engine, he pulled Milka into his arms and kissed her fiercely. "Mmph, Mars, mmph, we're at..."

In the end, words failed her. Milka obediently cooperated with Mars's kiss, which was filled with a mix of longing and punishment.

Eventually, his hand started roaming playfully along her leg. Milka swatted the back of his hand. "Drive. Let's go home."

Mars only released Milka when he had his fill. "Now that we're married, you don't consider my feelings at all."

"I didn't consider them before we were married, either."

"You're just taking advantage of the fact that I won't leave, so you hurt me without hesitation."

The accused Milka was speechless.

Upon returning home, Milka hadn't even gone to see her parents yet. The moment the bedroom door closed, Mars locked it.

Milka saw danger in Mars's eyes. "Tonight, I still want to... Ah!"

She personally experienced what it felt like to be carried back to the bedroom by her husband like a sack of potatoes.

That feeling was truly uncomfortable.

Andre criticized his son a bit, which only riled Henry up. "If Dad thinks going to school is so great, then Dad can go to school! I'll stay home and keep Mom company."

Andre retorted, "If I go to school, are you going to live on thin air at home?"

Henry looked confused. "Dad, can you drink air?"

Andre was left speechless. He hadn't even argued with his silly little treasure for two sentences before the conversation derailed.

"You can't drink air. It'll make your stomach cold and give you a tummy ache," Andre explained, forcing himself to be patient.

Mia took a piece of toasted bread, broke it in half, and fed it to her son. "When your dad was your age, he had to go to kindergarten too. If he didn't go, your grandpa would chase him with a cane and beat him. Do you remember your grandpa's cane?"

Caught off guard, Henry was stuffed with a bite. The bread was actually quite tasty. He chewed and nodded. "I know. Grandpa's cane hurts a lot when it hits people."

"Exactly. See, if your dad didn't go to school when he was little, his dad would beat him. So you have to go to school properly, lest your dad beats you too."