Chapter 564

Chapter 564:
She looked only at Myron.
There was no joy in his face. Only concern.
He feared she was speaking out of anger towards Brandon. But Millie knew her own heart, and she’d prove it to him.
She had taken her time and calmed her thoughts. And now she knew exactly what she truly wanted.
“I mean it,” she said. “My heart is racing for you.”
Before Myron could say anything, she stepped closer.
She raised her free hand and placed it gently around his neck. She stood on her toes and kissed him.
It was soft. It was brief. But it was enough. She pulled away quickly, her cheeks flushed.
Myron trembled.
Then he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, as if he never wanted to let go. His warmth surrounded her, steady and strong. Yet her other wrist still hurt from Brandon’s grip.
Resting in Myron’s embrace, Millie caught the faint, wavering sound of her own name leaving Brandon’s lips.
Shifting slightly, she glimpsed him—standing alone, his mouth drawn in a tight, silent line. An endless void seemed to stretch behind him, sorrow clouding his gaze. No trace of anger crossed his face—just the hollow ache of loss.
A solitary tear found its way down his cheek, quiet and unbidden. He squeezed his eyes shut in a futile attempt to rein in his feelings, but the grief was too strong. With his brow knitted in pain, Brandon dropped his eyes and drew in a shaky breath, studying the ground at his feet.
It wasn’t until he sensed her attention that he finally forced himself to meet her stare.
“Is this really how it ends?” His words faltered, his voice raw with hurt.
Millie gave no answer, only shifted her hand, still pinned within his grasp.
“Let me go,” she said, the request soft but unwavering.
Brandon’s fingers stayed locked around hers, unwilling to release her. While she tried to pull away, a warm tear struck the back of her hand.
“You’re hurting me,” Millie said, turning her face away from him, her eyes settling instead on Myron.
Her resolve wouldn’t waver—not for a single tear on Brandon’s cheek. In fact, this decision had been settled in her heart long before today.
One by one, Myron pried Brandon’s fingers loose, breaking his grip until Millie’s hand slipped free.
Brandon’s gaze never faltered; he watched her intently. Millie kept her back to him, refusing to look over her shoulder.
The final finger fell away, and she quietly reclaimed her hand. Fresh chapters posted on
A desperate urge flickered in Brandon’s eyes, but Myron blocked his path, motioning to his men nearby.
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