Chapter 495

Chapter 495:
Millie flashed a mischievous grin, but then, out of nowhere…
For a moment, a distant memory tugged at her—a different day, the same face, only then, his expression had been somber, his smile nowhere to be found.
“What’s on your mind?” Myron caught the shift in her expression and strolled over, her heels dangling from his hand.
Millie shook off the old memories with an easy smile. Right now, all she wanted was to savor the moment.
She couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt so unburdened, so light and playful. Lately, it felt as if responsibility was welded to her shoulders. Since losing her father, she’d barely allowed herself to breathe. There was always something clamoring for her attention—always another crisis, another duty. The weight of it all never let up.
Instead of rejoining the splash fight, she wandered over to a weathered piano she’d spotted near the shore. After drying her hands on her skirt, she let her fingers dance across the keys, creating a spontaneous melody.
Salt in the air, wild locks tossed by the wind, and a faint chill slipping through the quiet seaside dusk—she sat at the weathered piano, its keys untouched beneath the open sky. Beside her, the presence of someone who made her feel wholly herself made the moment luminous—something she wished she could keep forever.
For the first time in years, she felt a familiar lightness, as if she’d tumbled back into the bright, uncomplicated days of her youth.
When she finished playing, gentle applause drew her from her reverie. She glanced over, catching his eyes, and answered his silent admiration with a soft, grateful smile.
The night breeze ruffled her hair, and for a beat, he simply watched her—captivated by the spark of joy and freedom she radiated.
In that small, ordinary instant, Myron realized he loved her in every version of herself.
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Elsewhere, Jayceon lounged at home, determinedly coaching the cat.
“Kiki, you’re the bravest hero in this house now,” he declared, eyeing the chubby ragdoll cat with mock seriousness. “You can’t just coast by on backflips if you want to win over Ari. We need to teach you more tricks,” Jayceon said, trying not to laugh at the cat’s sulky expression.
“Meow…” Kiki flicked her tail and turned away with a dismissive meow.
Undeterred, Jayceon gently spun the ragdoll back around to face him.
“That’s what Myron’s been saying all along. Listen up and start learning,” Jayceon advised with a knowing look. He paused, tilting his head. “And don’t pretend you don’t adore Millie and Ari as much as the rest of us.”
Kiki shot him a sideways glance, then let out a soft, begrudging chirp.
“That’s more like it.” Jayceon smirked as he tapped play on a video. “You see this? Come on, impress me—let’s see what you’ve got!”
In the past, the cat would stubbornly resist whenever Jayceon tried to teach it this trick. This time, though, it seemed unusually motivated—ears perked, whiskers twitching with anticipation, even flashing its tiny teeth as if already practicing.
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