Chapter 386

Chapter 386:
“Millie,” he called with a relaxed smile, meeting her eyes.
Since rumors about her and Charles had begun circulating, Millie had taken to wearing a mask and cap whenever she entered or left the practice rooms. Still, Myron always managed to recognize her.
He’d once offered to recommend a lawyer, but she had already hired Darrion and turned him down.
He insisted there were no strings attached, but Millie couldn’t pretend she didn’t understand the subtext.
With those thoughts drifting in the back of her mind, she approached him.
“Do you need something?” she asked, halting just in front of him.
“My last message—remember the video I sent you? The one of my cat doing a backflip? You didn’t reply, so I figured, why not let you see it live?” Myron said, giving the cat a playful shake in his arm.
“Meow,” the cat chimed in, round eyes blinking up at her.
“Huh?” Millie blinked, taken off guard. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on.net
Unbothered, Myron continued, full of confidence. “You see—having a cat this skilled makes it hard not to brag. I’ve been itching to show off.”
Millie stared at him, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Before she could respond, Myron crouched down, set the ragdoll cat gently on the ground, and offered it a small treat. He then gave its head a quick pat.
“Meow!” Then, astonishingly, the cat flipped backward in one clean motion.
Millie’s lips parted slightly.
Did it really just do that? Right on cue?
It was… surprisingly smart.
The cat padded over to her, brushing against her leg and purring, its tail held high. It tilted its head and meowed again, clearly asking for attention.
“Looks like it has a thing for you,” Myron said, smiling as he held out a small freeze-dried snack. “You can feed it if you want.”
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Millie looked from the cat to the treat in his hand. After a short pause, she gave in. She crouched beside the cat and offered it the snack, her hand steady.
The cat purred happily while it ate, and Millie found herself smiling. It really was cute.
“I got you a late-night snack.” Myron lifted a thermos box from his bag just as she focused on the cat.
Millie glanced up at him. Every movement—unhurried, tidy, unforced—fit him. She lowered her eyes again, gave the cat the last bit of the treat, and rose to her feet.
“I appreciate it, but I don’t need it.” Her tone stayed polite, but she kept her distance.
She gave a small nod and headed for her car.
“My offer still stands,” Myron called after her. “I’d be honored if you ever decide to take me up on it. Use me, Millie, I won’t mind.”
Her hand stalled on the door handle for just a beat. She didn’t turn around. She simply slipped into the driver’s seat and pulled away. Only Myron remained in the lot, the cat nudging at his leg.
He let out a quiet breath and scooped it up again.
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