Chapter 499:
Millie smiled. “Not at all.”
She wasn’t married anymore. She wasn’t interfering in anyone’s relationship either. She and Myron were both single. There was nothing to hide.
When she agreed to go out with him, she’d already made peace with the attention. Besides, they were only getting to know each other. Nothing was official yet.
No rule said a divorced woman couldn’t spend time with a single man. With that thought, Millie looked at Myron. “Thank you for today,” she said sincerely. “I really enjoyed it.”
Myron smiled back. His expression was calm, but there was deep tenderness in his eyes. “Great, then.”
As long as she was happy by his side, he was more than satisfied.
They left together.
Outside, more paparazzi had found them, and people were beginning to gather. Myron had anticipated it. His bodyguards cleared a path as he shielded Millie and guided her to the car. They drove off quickly.
As night fell, Millie sat in the back seat, gazing at the city lights through the window. The steady flow of cars and people grounded her in the present. It felt real—unlike the surreal haze she’d felt earlier.
She lowered the window. The wind brushed her face. She took it in quietly. Beside her, Myron watched her in silence.
The Bentley stopped outside Millie’s apartment building.
As soon as the car came to a halt, she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out.
“Well then, I’ll say good night,” she said with a small smile.
Myron nodded. “Good night.”
She turned and walked towards the building. Myron stayed by the car, watching until she disappeared inside.
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Millie entered the elevator, pressed her floor number, and watched the red digits rise. A strange feeling stirred in her chest.
The elevator chimed.
She stepped out and turned toward her apartment. But as she rounded the corner, she stopped. Someone was waiting outside her door.
It was a man—his eyes bloodshot, his face pale.
Brandon.
She had no idea how long he’d been standing there, but he looked tired and worn.
As soon as he saw her, he stepped forward. Millie turned to leave, but he grabbed her shoulder.
“Millie,” he said.
His gaze swept over her, taking in the blue dress. It was identical to the one in the videos online. His face twisted in fury. “You were with Myron?” he asked, his voice cold.
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