Chapter 1236:

The Bennett family assets had also been held by the Watson Group back then, only recently recovered by her.

He knew that pain had made her cautious, afraid to hope again.

But still…

Myron gently brushed his fingers through her hair.

He had waited for her all these years.

People gossiped about why a man like him—twenty-nine, successful—was still unmarried. Some even whispered there must be something wrong with him.

But he knew the truth.

He was waiting for her.

From the day they met, through the years of distance and near-death trials, his heart had never wavered.

If Brandon had loved her—truly loved her—Myron would’ve let her go. But fate had other plans. Their breakup opened a door he’d never dared hope for.

He still remembered the day Millie went to finalize her divorce. He’d waited outside the courthouse, his nerves twisted tight. He watched them walk in together and counted every passing second—each one heavier than the last.

Even during his most dangerous voyages at sea, he’d never felt fear like that.

He imagined every possible outcome—Brandon backing out, a sudden change of heart, anything that would ruin the moment.

But in the end, they emerged, no longer husband and wife.

And before he could think, he’d stepped forward and proposed—impulsive, desperate, but sincere.

He couldn’t wait any longer. If he hesitated, someone else might steal her heart.

He had to take that leap, come what may.

Now, time had softened the edges of the memory.

Millie steadied her breath and lifted her gaze.

“Is this moment even real?” she whispered.

𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 ⓘ𝓷 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼𝖼𝗈𝗺

“It is,” Myron murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Millie, I’m here.”

He squeezed her hand, firm and warm.

She smiled faintly, her eyes still red but lighter now.

He asked, “Shall we go see Orange? That little rascal thinks he’s the king of the building now. Causes trouble wherever he goes.”

Millie let out a laugh, her sadness fading like mist under sunlight.

“Of course,” she said.

Myron closed his files and took her hand.

As they stepped out, he shot Mack a look.

Mack nodded and began rearranging meetings, postponing everything.

By the time he was done, the two of them were already roaming the Elliott Group halls, searching for the mischievous cat.

Orange was a celebrity in the building—every employee greeted it like royalty.

They checked every corner: under desks, behind the potted tree, even the snack cupboard it loved raiding.

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