Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1804

Milka smiled faintly. "Thank you. But I still welcome you to Eldoria, and I'll treat you to the best coffee."

Hanging up, Milka pretty much guessed the outcome. She leaned back in her chair, taking in her surroundings, reminiscing about her time at the company. She had given her all, grateful for the opportunities she had received.

It was a pity she couldn't see it through to the end, but she accepted it.

She had already discussed her work situation with Mars.

"The worst-case scenario is getting recalled to headquarters. But we're building our life here, so I might end up unemployed for a bit."

Mars scoffed. "Worried I can't provide for you? Have a little faith in your man. If I can marry you, I can definitely give you a better life."

Milka smiled. "I've got my own nest egg."

Mars waved it off. "Keep your little pre-marriage savings for yourself."

Milka added, "I'm low maintenance."

"Then give me four kids. We'll cover the Army, Navy, Air Force, and get a scholar while we're at it."

Milka rolled her eyes. "Go find a pig if you want a litter."

Mars leaned in with a wicked smirk. "A pig isn't as pretty as you, and definitely not as fun to pin down."

Milka was speechless.

That evening, Mars waited outside her office building.

Mars nodded. "He started digging a while ago. He didn't find much, but he could easily guess your family background. He probably figured that with my military status, getting married involves a lot of red tape. He wanted to transfer you away, stall us for a few years until we broke up, and then swoop in. It's a long game, but think about it—marrying you would have instantly bumped him up a social class."

Milka grimaced. "You're making me sick."

Mars chuckled, intentionally teasing her. "Sick? You can't be pregnant this fast."

Milka swatted his arm lightly, bursting into laughter. "He never calculated that you'd choose me so firmly."

Reflecting on Mars's words, Milka realized something. "I always felt his excessive attentiveness at the office was off. It never felt like genuine affection; it felt like a calculated choice made by an adult weighing his options."

Milka knew exactly what it felt like to be truly loved. Glenn's gaze made her feel like she was just a stepping stone—someone who stood out to him solely because of her background. He had approached her with an agenda, treating her well only to secure his own upward mobility.

Because her instincts had warned her, she had maintained her distance from him from the start.