Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1797

Mars held Milka’s hand, gently swatting away mosquitoes as they strolled along. “Walk me back to the townhouse—and come upstairs for a bit. Don’t even think about sneaking off to that company of yours. And as for Grant, before I leave, I’ll be sure to deal with him myself.”

Milka glanced at Mars, looking like she wanted to say something but hesitated. “Mars, there’s something I’d like your opinion on.”

Mars squeezed her hand, slowing their pace. “Go on, tell me. I’ll help you figure it out.”

That night, Milka came home late. Once inside, she quietly pulled aside the family’s aide to ask what her parents had decided.

He whispered, “Miss Milka, Master took Madam’s suitcase and carried it right back to the master bedroom. He even said as soon as the civil office opens, they’re going to get their marriage license.”

Milka’s face lit up with a bright smile. “That’s wonderful news. You should get some rest too, I’m heading in.”

The next morning at the Cedillo house, everything was unusually peaceful.

Henry wanted some grapes. He fiddled with his fluffy curls, trying to remember how to say “grape” in English.

He found his mom and tried to explain, “They’re small, they’re red, you eat them. They’re grapes, but not grapes.”

Mia regretted not catching his drift, and her face showed it.

Jade was uncharacteristically quiet too. She even considered escaping back to her own family, the Byrnes, for a bit of freedom, but decided to tough it out for her son’s sake.

To make things worse, her arm was so sore she could barely lift it. She wanted Chad to help grab something, but had to rely on a translation app. Her pronunciation was a mess, so she typed her request, translated it, and finally called out in English, “Chad, come here.”

Trying to decode Henry’s description, Mia scratched her head just like he did. “Sweetie, can you be a bit more specific?”

Henry blinked at her, baffled. Great, they still didn’t get it.

Communication goes both ways—you have to say what you mean, and also understand what others are trying to tell you.

Meanwhile, Hansen couldn’t stand being stuck at home any longer. He picked up the phone to call an old friend, doing his best in English. “Chen, want to go grab some tea?”

Harry Rayner was floored. “Wait, what country are you in?”

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