Chapter 490
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As they sat, Millie noticed a few fish hovering near the glass. While Myron chatted briefly with the chef, Millie touched the glass out of curiosity. The fish twitched and quickly darted away.
Myron noticed.
He gestured for the chef and the waitstaff to leave, then turned to her. “Give me your hand,” he said.
Millie paused for a second, then offered the hand that had touched the glass.
“Now your index finger,” he said.
She extended it.
He took her hand and gently pressed her fingertip against the glass. “Now, watch,” he said.
To her surprise, the fish swam toward her fingertip. More followed, swirling together, forming a beautiful scene in the quiet water. The movement stirred the water, and the soft lights made it feel like magic—like she was underwater herself.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
The glass was cool under her finger, but his palm was warm.
Millie turned and saw his gentle smile. She nodded with a smile of her own.
“How did you do that?” she asked.
He let go of her hand and signaled for her to check her finger.
It sparkled slightly.
“The fish are drawn to this glittering powder,” he explained.
So that was it.
Millie looked at her fingertip and then touched the glass again. The fish came right back.
“It’s amazing,” she whispered.
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“Years ago, I encountered all kinds of strange creatures at sea. If you’re curious, I can tell you more,” he said.
“I’d love that,” Millie responded with a nod.
She traveled a lot for work, but most of it was by air. The sea was still a mystery to her.
He began telling stories—about rare creatures, minerals, and distant places she’d never been.
She listened, more relaxed than she had felt in a long time. There were no games here. No overthinking. Just his voice and the sea.
“Once, in Eldoria, I saw something the locals called ‘Blue Rain.’ It fell all night—glowing, gentle, beautiful,” he said.
“What was that like? Did you take pictures?” she asked, caught in the wonder of it.
“I’ll show you,” he said, reaching out his hand.
She looked at it, hesitated for a beat, and then placed her hand in his.
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