Chapter 801:

Charles gave Egbert’s shoulder a supportive squeeze. He flashed a knowing look and said, “Those two are a good match. Myron will take care of her.” Realizing he’d missed his chance, Egbert shot Charles a resigned glance, quietly conceding that Myron had beaten him to it.

Both men’s attention shifted to Giffard, whose gaze stayed fixed on the ground, deep in thought. Charles, ever the social planner, brightened up. “Let’s keep the night going somewhere else. We hardly ever all get together like this.” “I’m in,” Alexia spoke up first, pulling Giffard along with her. Giffard mulled it over for a moment before finally giving a quiet nod, prompting everyone to start tossing around ideas for where to go next.

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Ari clung to a fluffy puppy plush in one arm and a chubby ragdoll in the other. Myron slid into the back seat and gently pulled the door shut behind him. They were now riding in the luxury SUV Maggie’s crew had brought Ari to the party, not the one in which Myron and Millie left her concert.

Inside, the atmosphere felt welcoming, scattered with all of Ari’s beloved toys and comforts. This was the ride she used most days. Once everyone was settled, the car pulled away from the curb.

Ari rummaged through a tiny fridge, pulled out a drink, and passed it to Millie. With a beaming smile, she opened a snack cabinet and offered Millie a treat as well. Clearly, Ari knew every nook and cranny of this car.

Watching Ari’s offering, Millie realized Ari must take this same vehicle to and from school. Sometimes it was Myron at the wheel; other days, Maggie or a different housekeeper would fill in. A pang of sadness flickered in Millie’s chest at the thought that she didn’t spend more time with Ari. She wrapped her arms around Ari, who blinked in surprise but quickly melted into the hug.

Just then, the round ragdoll in Ari’s grasp let out a soft meow. Millie stroked the plush feline’s head with gentle fingers.

From his seat, Myron chimed in with reassurance, “Ari’s used to all this, you know. She’s always got a driver and security on hand. There’s no need to worry about her safety.”

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Millie gave a thoughtful nod. Earlier, she had spotted someone sitting up front—it must be the bodyguard. When she looked back at Myron, she caught a glimpse of the passing city lights behind him. He stayed vigilant, his focus unwavering. His steady presence had quietly anchored her all along.

She spoke his name softly. “Myron.” He answered right away, cupping her face with both hands and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Their journey continued, bringing them closer to Elliott Mansion. Once inside, Millie helped Ari with her bath before slipping away to shower herself.

By the time she finished, the night had already grown late. Facing the mirror, Millie studied her own reflection. It had been days since she last took such a careful look at herself. As she studied her face now, there was something faintly unfamiliar about it. Her fingers brushed against her skin, and a soothing wave of familiarity slowly settled over her. A faint smirk lifted her lips, and her mirrored image answered with the same gentle curve.

Exhausted from her concert and the celebration dinner, Millie barely made it to bed before sleep pulled her under.

Meanwhile, beneath the calm moonlight, Charles and the rest arrived at Blue Lounge. Their debate over late-night plans had come down to two choices—kebabs or cocktails. Alexia said, “Why not pick up some kebabs and take them to Blue Lounge?” Everyone agreed right away.

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