Chapter 373
Chapter 373:
Millie yanked her arm back, but Brandon clamped down and dragged her straight off the dance floor. Charles had vanished to the bar to get them drinks, nowhere in sight to intervene.
Brandon steered Millie down a side hallway, his grip punishing.
“Brandon, what the hell are you doing?” she snapped, twisting against him until she finally wrenched herself free.
The Blue Lounge was shadowy and close, the corridor humming with bass and muffled voices. Brandon’s face was tight with barely contained rage.
“Why are you here?” he demanded, his voice pitched low but simmering.
Millie cut him a look of pure dismissal and turned on her heel, intent on escaping, but he caught her wrist again. She jerked away, jaw clenched.
“Why does it even matter to you?” she retorted, eyes narrowing as she deliberately put distance between them. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
He echoed her words with a bitter, mocking laugh. “You’re seriously asking why it matters to me? Millie, you seem to forget your place.”
She met his sneer with icy composure. “My place? You mean as your ex-wife?”
Brandon’s expression darkened as he snapped, “You!”
She tilted her head, her smile unfazed. “Oh, right—I nearly forgot. Did you and Vivian finally get married? I bet she couldn’t wait a second. If so, congrats on your big day.”
His jaw tightened, rage choking off any reply.
A surge of people swept past, pushing them off balance for a heartbeat.
Bathed in the hazy lounge light, Millie’s grin grew even more striking. For a long moment, Brandon said nothing. At last, he muttered, “Seems you’ve grown sharper since we last crossed paths.”
She let out a quiet laugh. “Maybe you just never bothered to see who I really am.” All these years, he’d only cared about control—never once trying to understand her dreams, her feelings, or the stubborn streak in her heart.
There was a time when she’d given Brandon her heart without hesitation, ready to share every sunrise and secret for the rest of their lives. That devotion had vanished now—she’d reclaimed every ounce of love, leaving nothing left for him.
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Whoever he was, whatever he felt, no longer mattered.
As Brandon stared at her, words failing him, a quiet disappointment flickered across Millie’s face.
She didn’t have the patience for him anymore. Spotting Charles weaving back through the crowd, two frosty beers in hand, she gave a quick wave and turned on her heel to meet him.
The sight of Millie moving toward Charles sent a fresh wave of fury through Brandon. He couldn’t stand watching her laugh and dance with another man. Without warning, he seized her wrist and yanked her toward the stairs leading up to the private room Darden had reserved.
Jealousy burned in his chest, each heartbeat more erratic than the last. He couldn’t stomach the thought of her being so carefree in another man’s company. Follow current novᴇls on.net
“Brandon, let go! Do you hear me?” Millie demanded, pounding her free hand against his arm. His hand only tightened around her wrist, his grip stubborn and unyielding as steel, making escape impossible.
“You’re hurting me.” Millie gripped the railing, teeth bared, and bit down on his hand. Even then, Brandon’s hold didn’t budge—his gaze only grew colder.
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