Chapter 23

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Even so, a nagging thought stayed with her.
Was Brandon trying to keep her away from the public eye now that she was married? Or had he never believed in her abilities at all?
Any explanation, if there was one, remained unspoken between them, no matter how close they’d once been.
Brandon’s attention returned to the woman standing before him.
There was always something about her that felt oddly familiar to him, like a face he couldn’t quite place but was certain he’d seen before.
Yet, when he took in her glossy hair, the sharp lines of her designer outfit, and the heels that made her legs stand out, he struggled to find any genuine connection.
Irritation crept in. A strange notion settled in his mind—this woman reminded him of Millie, though he couldn’t explain why.
There was a trace of perfume in the air that he didn’t recognize. Brandon blinked, pulling himself back from his thoughts.
For a brief moment, Millie’s face from the day before came to mind—soft-spoken, clear-eyed, like a fresh lily.
The woman sitting across from him now felt like something else entirely. Still, he told himself the similarity made sense. Being a musician must have shaped them in similar ways.
With that in mind, Brandon felt more at ease.
“Vivian’s already bought the song at a satisfactory price,” he said, his voice firm. “I trust you won’t make this difficult for her.”
Millie gave a calm smile.
“You don’t need to worry,” she said. “The song’s all hers now.”
“Good.” Brandon nodded, giving her a firm look. “Don’t forget you said that.”
Millie just smiled again.
Brandon turned and strode off, leaving the room as abruptly as he had entered. Millie watched him make his way down the hallway, saw the way he reached Vivian and gently held her arm, as if touching a fragile work of art.
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Together, they went out.
A few minutes later, Millie’s phone buzzed.
She glanced down. It was a message from Brandon.
“I told my grandfather yesterday you weren’t feeling well, so you couldn’t come. This weekend, you’ll be going with me to visit them.”
This was a command.
Millie scoffed.
She didn’t reply. Instead, she turned and walked off in the opposite direction.
Brandon had already helped Vivian into the car.
He fastened her seatbelt with care, but he didn’t start the engine right away.
Instead, he checked his phone.
Millie still hadn’t responded.
Vivian noticed his uneasiness.
Her eyes dampened, and she looked down, her voice low. “Brandon… will you be upset with me for all this?”
Brandon turned his head toward her, brows tightening. “Why would you say that?”
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