Chapter 537

Chapter 537:
Nearby, the couple who owned the stall finally wrapped up for the night and walked over to check on their sleeping child, speaking to each other in hushed tones.
Neither Millie nor Myron noticed the black Rolls-Royce parked around the corner. Inside, Egbert sat, looking through a set of photos he had just taken, letting out a resigned sigh.
He had originally planned to get some praise from Millie once she sent Ari back, especially after setting up a poll that could sway opinion and bring attention to the Blue series.
But while waiting near the children’s home, he hadn’t expected to see what he did. Myron crouched down and was tying Millie’s shoelaces. Now, they were sharing late-night snacks together.
“They really do look like they belong together…” Egbert muttered with a sigh. “I thought I was fast enough, but Myron, you crafty fox… You beat me to it.” He flipped through the photos again, watching the scene play out frame by frame. The two had just finished eating and were now getting up to toss their trash.
“I can’t bear this frustration alone,” Egbert grumbled. He scrolled through his contacts, found the one he had in mind, and sent over the pictures.
Meanwhile, Brandon had returned to his apartment. He lay sprawled on the couch, eyes fixed on the pale ceiling above him.
For days, the same question had been circling his thoughts. The one he had asked Rita, hoping she could offer him some advice.
If all he was capable of was bringing pain to Millie, would it be better to just let her go?
His phone vibrated twice.
Brandon reached for it and saw a message from Egbert.
“I can’t be the only one seeing this. Take a look,” the message read.
Attached were several photos of Millie and Myron together.
In each one, she wore a radiant smile.
Brandon brushed his fingers over her smiling face with an aching heart.
He couldn’t bring himself to let her go. She was supposed to be his. Watching her smile like that at someone else simply felt unbearable.
Meanwhile, Myron had already seen Millie home safely. This time, he made sure to walk her all the way to her floor, not wanting a repeat of the uninvited encounter with Brandon from before.
Just as she was about to step through her door, Myron called out softly, “Millie.”
She paused and turned to him.
“Yes?”
“I’d like to move up the date of our third meeting. Would that be alright?” he asked with a smile.
Millie nodded. “That’s fine.”
“Great. I’ll send you the details soon,” he said.
“Okay,” Millie replied.
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