Chapter 1319:
“Maybe you could give it another shot,” Wade suggested.
“That’s impossible,” Millie said with a soft smile.
“It could be anyone but him.”
She kept smiling, but it didn’t reach her eyes. They looked so sad.
What stood between them and any future was a lost child. In that dark stairwell, the part of Millie that had loved Brandon had died for good.
After he sent her tumbling down the stairs and walked away as if nothing had happened, their relationship had been over. Even though she later found out Vivian had orchestrated the whole thing, her baby was gone.
His cold reaction had been real.
Her brush with death—and the fact that she had almost lost the chance to ever have another child—had been real too.
Noticing that Wade had drifted into his thoughts, Millie added, “And besides, I’m in love with Myron.”
That snapped Wade back to the present.
“Oh… sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” Wade murmured.
“It’s alright,” Millie replied softly.
Her gaze drifted to the photo frame on the desk. She reached out and brushed her fingers over it with care. Then she pulled her hand back, took a deep breath, and turned her attention to Wade again.
“Mr. Butcher, do you need anything else?” she asked.
“Oh… no. I was in the neighborhood and only stopped by to say hello,” Wade said, pretending to check the time.
“I should get going.”
“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” Millie said, escorting him to the door.
Outside, Taylor and Wade’s secretary had been chatting, but both paused the moment Millie and Wade stepped out.
Millie turned to Taylor.
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙜𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀[ꞏ]𝖈𝖔𝖒
“Taylor, did you sort everything out with the flower shop?”
Taylor nodded.
“I sent over the address and contact details, and I already talked to my friend’s mom about it.”
“Great,” Millie said. Then she looked at Wade.
Wade gave a slight nod as well and signaled for his secretary to leave with him.
Millie walked alongside them, saying she would see them off to the elevator.
The hallway was quiet. Wade moved at a slow pace, sneaking glances at Millie every now and then.
He wanted to speak, but he couldn’t figure out how to begin.
Lost in thought, he suddenly tripped.
“Mr. Butcher!” his secretary yelped, clearly alarmed.
If Wade went down, he could easily end up with a broken bone.
Just as he was bracing himself for the possibility of a hospital stay, a firm hand caught him and kept him upright.
Wade turned and saw Millie smiling at him.
“Watch your step, Mr. Butcher,” she said as she steadied him.
His secretary, still looking shaken, rushed over and grabbed Wade’s other arm.
Wade swiped a hand across his forehead, wiping away cold sweat.
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