Chapter 540:
A dull ache pressed against his chest.
He couldn’t breathe. So he drank. Only that gave him a brief escape. A fleeting numbness.
But the more he drank, the more Millie’s face came into focus.
Myron wanted her.
Egbert was also watching for a chance.
Charles and Giffard, too.
The bitterness inside Brandon deepened.
He couldn’t let go. In his mind, Millie could only ever belong to him.
That night, Myron sat in the back of the Bentley, heading home.
He looked out the window, taking in the quiet scenery.
The weather was good. His mood was pleasant.
He thought about the look Millie had given him earlier. The hint of warmth in her eyes. He smiled, his heart feeling lighter. The car passed through the gates of Elliott Mansion.
Jayceon was in the living room, playing with Kiki. He greeted Myron as he stepped into the house.
Myron returned the greeting, then walked straight to his study.
He laid out a sheet of paper and picked up a charcoal pencil.
Stroke by stroke, he drew the image that had stayed in his mind all evening—Millie’s eyes, filled with feeling.
He looked at the finished sketch. His eyes softened.
After a while, he placed the drawing in a frame and moved to another room. He opened the door. The lights came on, revealing rows of shelves that lined the walls.
He walked slowly toward an empty one, the new painting in his hands.
In the corner of the paper, he wrote the date. Then he set it on the stand.
Next to it hung another drawing—Millie crouched down, feeding Kiki treats. He stood still, letting his gaze drift across the room. Every shelf. Every frame.
Every image. All of them were of the same person. Millie.
Myron swept his gaze across the room one final time before extinguishing the lights and drawing the door closed behind him.
He descended the staircase with deliberate steps, each footfall echoing softly in the quiet house. Then, he settled into his chair in the living room to observe Jayceon’s patient training session with Kiki, their plump ragdoll cat.
The fluffy feline was mastering the art of interactive play under Jayceon’s watchful guidance.
“Keep those claws tucked away,” Jayceon coached the feline with endless patience. “Do you understand me?”
“Meow—” Kiki responded with perfect obedience, settling into a poised sitting position.
The moment Myron appeared downstairs, Jayceon rose immediately from his crouched position, scooping Kiki into his arms with practiced ease.
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