Chapter 647:
It hadn’t gone through.
He stared at it in disbelief.
Had Millie blocked him?
He could hardly believe it. Even after they separated, he had always been able to reach her.
He had assumed that as long as he controlled the Bennett family’s assets, she would hesitate. She would have to contact him eventually.
But now…
When had she blocked him?
He had no idea.
He reached for the car door, ready to go upstairs and find her.
The moment Brandon opened it, he froze.
Not far away, Myron’s men stood watching. When they caught his eye, they smiled and nodded.
In the rooftop garden, Myron finally eased his hold on Millie.
He rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as if to steady himself. A brief swallow betrayed thoughts he kept to himself. He bit her lower lip lightly, then smiled.
Millie blushed and gave him a sharp look.
“Ari is still here,” she said.
“I didn’t see anything,” Ari replied. “I’m playing with Orange.”
Millie grew more flustered and pushed at Myron.
He chuckled and then let her go.
She went straight to the swing where Ari sat.
Ari hugged Orange while feeding it freeze-dried treats.
Her short legs dangled above the ground. She had been there for a while. When she saw Millie, she called out, “Push the swing!” Millie nodded and gave it a gentle push.
Orange snuggled closer to Ari. Sensing no danger, it peeked out again to steal another treat, making Ari giggle.
Millie couldn’t help but smile.
“Greedy Orange,” she teased.
Ari nodded, agreeing.
Millie glanced at her handbag. She thought of showing Ari the trinket hanging from it, though she wasn’t sure Ari would understand its meaning. Before she could decide, a large hand appeared with a small cat ornament.
“Here,” Myron said, handing it to Ari.
The little girl’s eyes lit up.
“Wow, it’s Orange!” She compared the ornament with the real cat in her arms.
“I picked it up from the company earlier,” Myron said. “I thought you’d like it.”
Millie continued to push the swing, finding herself more and more fond of Ari.
Myron stood beside them, watching. He felt a rare and quiet contentment.
He reached out to steady the swing and gave it a gentle push.
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