Chapter 205

Chapter 205:
But just as she reached the path leading to the door, Brandon’s car pulled up.
Not wanting another scene, she picked up her pace.
“Millie!” She had barely moved when Brandon pulled in, stepped out, and came to stand quietly at her side.
She didn’t answer and kept walking toward the house.
In the next second, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the path, into the woods. He pressed her back against a tree. And then, without a word, he kissed her—hard.
“Brandon, what are you doing…” she started, but the rest of her words disappeared beneath his lips.
Heat pressed against Millie’s lips, but all she could feel was the sting of humiliation. No matter how desperately she struggled, Brandon’s grip held her in place, leaving her powerless.
Fury and shame tangled inside her chest. Millie bit down hard, the metallic taste of blood blooming on her tongue.
Only then did Brandon let go, releasing her at last. He drew himself up, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
Before Millie could raise her arm to slap him, Brandon intercepted her, trapping her wrist firmly against the rough bark of the tree.
A blaze of outrage swept through her. How could he treat her like this? He had spent the night with Vivian, only to show up at dawn and force this on her.
Had he come here just to humiliate her?
The entire situation left her sick to her stomach. Hatred simmered inside her, boiling over as she aimed a kick at him.
Brandon stopped her, quick and unyielding.
“Millie, do you really think I’ll let things play out the way they did before?” His tone was cold, every word laced with warning.
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Yesterday, he’d been caught off guard. Had he been prepared, there’s no way she would have landed that blow.
For a fleeting moment, he’d thought Millie had finally chosen peace. Yet here she was, proving him wrong once again.
She had turned him down outright, but all her actions—letting the child call her “mom,” coming back to the Watson home—seemed to Brandon like moves in a bigger game, all designed to sway him through his grandparents.
Suspicion fueled his temper, making it burn even hotter.
Was this really the same woman he used to know?
Once, she had been the picture of kindness and patience. Any softness he had felt for her the night before now seemed like nothing more than humiliation.
His fingers dug harder into her wrist, and Millie winced at the sharp pain.
Try as she might, there was no breaking free from his hold. It infuriated her, realizing just how much stronger he was.
If not for the drunken mess she had been the night before—and the need to give answers to Norma and Derek—she never would have stayed even a second longer.
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