Chapter 567:

Millie’s brows drew together slightly as she searched Myron’s gaze.

“Unless,” she said tentatively, her eyes probing his expression, “you’ve reconsidered?”

“Absolutely not,” Myron answered without hesitation. “Millie, I’m crazy about you. I’ve been counting the seconds until you’d finally agree.”

The words tumbled from him swiftly, as though pausing might invite her doubt. It all seemed impossibly perfect, and he somehow feared it might simply be a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

A laugh bubbled softly from Millie’s lips.

He realized at once that she had been teasing him deliberately.

A grin spread across Myron’s face as he playfully reached out, pinching her gently on the cheek.

Millie cast him a mock glare.

Yet Myron’s hand remained, shifting to cradle her face tenderly instead. The quiet click of his seatbelt releasing filled the brief silence.

Slowly, Myron leaned toward her, closing the gap inch by inch.

Her lips hovered tantalizingly close, her gentle breath mingling with his own, the soft sweep of her eyelashes clearly visible.

This proximity set his pulse racing wildly, and with a slight rasp betraying his anticipation, he whispered, “Would you let me kiss you?”

“Can I kiss you?” Myron asked again.

Millie’s heart pounded.

His hand still rested on her face. She could feel the warmth of his palm and the soft brush of his breath against her cheek.

She lifted her eyes to his.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Before the word had fully left her lips, his mouth found hers. His breath mingled with hers as their hearts seemed to beat in sync.

That was the moment Brandon arrived.

From where he stood, he saw Millie in the passenger seat. Myron leaned over her, lost in a kiss. Her hand rested lightly on Myron’s shoulder. Her slender arm stood in sharp contrast to his broad frame.

Brandon’s eyes widened. Rage surged through him.

He stepped out of the car but was stopped immediately. Myron’s security team held him back and quickly pulled him away. They also took his Maybach.

Back in the Bentley, Myron had already let Millie go. She leaned into him, catching her breath, her hand still on his shoulder and her forehead resting against his chest.

Myron let out a soft chuckle. The sound vibrated through his chest, making her cheeks burn hotter.

He noticed the change in her and gently stroked her hair before patting her back.

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