Chapter 566:

With those final words, Myron didn’t spare another glance at Brandon. He turned sharply and climbed into the waiting car.

Facing Millie, his expression softened into a comforting smile. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

Myron fired up the Bentley, swiftly guiding the car away until its lights vanished into the dark horizon.

Several long moments passed before Myron’s men finally released their grip on Brandon. Instantly, Brandon lunged toward his own vehicle to pursue them, only to be met again by an immovable blockade of Myron’s men.

“Don’t waste your time, Mr. Watson,” one man said firmly. “Mr. Elliott already anticipated your move. Anywhere Miss Bennett might go, he’s made sure you’re not welcome. My suggestion is to take a moment to collect yourself.”

The words barely registered with Brandon, blending into a haze of noise as he stormed into his car and sped off.

Meanwhile, the Bentley sliced through the night air, smoothly cutting along empty streets. Millie and Myron sat in silence. An awkward stillness filled the space between them. Only when the traffic light ahead flashed red did Myron gently bring the car to a stop.

In the soft glow from the dashboard, he glanced over at Millie, opening his mouth briefly but finding himself unable to speak. He could still feel the lingering heat from Millie’s kiss, a warmth that refused to fade, his heartbeat echoing the memory.

His gaze drifted downward, settling on the faint bruising at her wrist where Brandon had grabbed her. A wave of remorse washed over him.

Earlier, she had assured him she could handle Brandon herself, prompting Myron to stay out of it. He’d trusted that Brandon would at least be gentle with Millie, never anticipating such roughness.

Moved by guilt, he gently took hold of her hand and began soothing her wrist with tender fingers.

Millie met his eyes and exhaled softly. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the traffic signal turned green. Myron gently touched her cheek and murmured, “I can see there’s something on your mind. Let’s wait until we’re back at your apartment, alright?” Behind them, a horn impatiently blared.

Millie quietly nodded.

The remainder of the drive was silent until the car pulled up outside Millie’s apartment building, coming smoothly to a stop. For a moment, neither made a move to leave.

Drawing a steadying breath, Myron finally broke the silence. “Listen, about what just happened, if you prefer, we can pretend—”

“I’m completely serious,” Millie interjected, halting his words immediately.

Myron turned, startled by the intensity of her gaze.

Millie gave him a faint, resigned smile, silently wondering why no one ever seemed to take her sincerity at face value.

“I didn’t do it to spite Brandon or anything,” Millie explained softly. “If I had, your lips wouldn’t have been involved. You should understand that I made up my mind back in your art studio, but you insisted I consider carefully before giving you my answer. And my answer won’t change—even if you asked me again tomorrow morning.”

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