Chapter 328

Chapter 328:
Millie couldn’t help but laugh dryly. “Change my mind? Me? Not a chance. Vivian’s still waiting for him.”
Alexia shrugged, switching the fruit for the TV remote. “Honestly, the chances of that are pretty slim. But if he tries to pull anything, just shut him down. Don’t even give him room to maneuver. And if he refuses to sign, you’ve got your backup—you can drag him to court. Things will settle, one way or another.” Millie listened, her tension slowly easing as Alexia’s confidence rubbed off on her.
Maybe she was overthinking it, but the persistent suspicion about Brandon’s true motives lingered.
“Men really do love to get self-pitied, huh? And let’s be honest—he’s probably just trying to keep you on a short leash, especially if he’s hoping to remarry you once Vivian’s gone,” Alexia noted, rolling her eyes.
Millie gave a weary nod as she replied, “Yeah. That part’s true.”
Alexia suddenly straightened, her tone sharp with concern. “Wait—don’t tell me you’re actually considering getting back together with him?”
“Absolutely not!” Millie shot back, her gaze drifting to the painting on the wall. “My heart shattered in that hospital stairwell. There’s no fixing that.”
Alexia exhaled, regret flickering across her face. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
Millie managed a small, steady smile. “Don’t worry about it. I have Ari now. That’s what matters.”
“Exactly. Just play along tonight. If you push back, he might make things messy tomorrow,” Alexia warned, her voice low and serious. “I’ll have Giffard hang around nearby. If anything feels off, call him right away.”
Millie agreed with a simple, “Got it.”
Once the call ended, she glanced at the time—still a little while before she needed to leave. She turned her attention back to the designer, diving back into the finer points of the performance costumes.
“Really appreciate you pulling this off,” Millie said as they wrapped up. “I’m relying on you more than ever.”
The designer’s grin was easy. “No worries—I’ve got you covered.”
They’d teamed up four times now, and each project had only made their partnership stronger.
Their creative chemistry just clicked—every collaboration seemed to spark something new.
After a few more minutes of light conversation, Millie glanced at her watch, excused herself, and headed off to change clothes. Then she grabbed her keys and drove to Ari’s school.
When Millie walked inside, Ari was already waiting, perched on a bench by the window.
“Millie!” Ari’s eyes lit up, and she hurried over for a hug.
“Come here, you.” Millie crouched to her level, arms outstretched.
She squeezed Ari gently and then leaned back to study her face. “Sweetheart, I need your opinion on something,” she said, her voice low and warm. “Brandon asked if we’d join him for a farewell dinner tonight. Would you like to go?” Millie meant it—if Ari even hesitated, she’d call Brandon and decline without a second thought.
Ari tipped her head, thinking it over. “What about you?” she countered, her tone neither eager nor resistant, simply curious.
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