Chapter 539

Chapter 539:
At first, he only observed. Then came envy. And eventually, jealousy. Night after night, it grew stronger.
In time, he realized he wanted her. Not to admire from afar—but to have her.
Even while she loved someone else, he had already fallen.
“What’s wrong? Hard to answer?” Brandon asked, pulling him back to the present.
“You know as much as I do that human nature is complicated to begin with, Brandon,” Myron said. “There’s no need to ask such childish things. But if you want a clear answer, here it is. I do like Millie. I’ve never lied to you about that.” He set his glass down and looked at Brandon, who seemed unable to hide the bitterness on his face.
“Haven’t you already chosen Vivian?” Myron asked. “While you kept turning your back on Millie, do you know how many times she cried for you?”
Brandon stared at him in silence.
“If your decision is made, then don’t look back,” Myron said. “Let her go. Stop hurting her.”
“I can’t,” Brandon’s eyes turned red. “I can’t live without her.”
Myron frowned and stayed quiet.
“You could have anyone,” Brandon said, his voice low. “Why does it have to be her? She’s not the only one—”
“How do you know that?” Myron interrupted, cutting him off.
Brandon fell silent, stunned by the intensity in Myron’s eyes. Read complete version only at ͟.net
In that moment, he understood something clearly for the first time.
Myron was serious. He wasn’t playing a game. He truly wanted Millie. And only her.
The night was cool. Millie lay alone in the bathtub, surrounded by warmth.
Steam rose around her, softening the edges of the room.
She stared at the water, her thoughts drifting through everything that had happened—recent events, old memories.
She was only twenty-five, but life had already spun her through one storm after another.
Her marriage to Brandon was beyond repair.
She didn’t want to dwell on the past. She wanted to keep moving forward.
She thought of Myron, and the look in his eyes. Warm. Steady. Full of affection.
She dropped her gaze and stared at her reflection in the water.
For a moment, she had felt it too. That subtle, fluttering feeling.
Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was something more. Her heart began to race.
Should she accept him? Should she allow herself to return those feelings? Her thoughts grew hazy.
Back at Blue Lounge, Myron had already left.
Brandon stayed behind, drinking one glass after another.
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