Chapter 615

Chapter 615:
The words she’d spoken to Brandon earlier still echoed in her heart—what was gone was gone, and the present was worth holding onto.
“No,” she responded with a soft smile. “I was just thinking about packing my things.”
“I’ll have Maggie bring a few people to help you later,” he noted, his palms cradling her face before pressing a warm kiss to her forehead.
“There’s no hurry,” Myron added, though beneath his calm tone, he was itching to fast-forward the days until she was his completely. “Close your eyes for a bit, Charles and the others want to have dinner with us tonight.”
He eased her into his arms, pulling her snug against his side.
“Alright,” Millie murmured, a faint smile on her lips. Before long, her breathing slowed, and she drifted off, her head resting warmly on his shoulder.
In the Porsche trailing behind, Darden kept one hand on the wheel, flicking quick glances at Brandon.
Brandon sat rigid, eyes locked on the recording of Vivian’s live stream that he’d missed earlier due to the choppy helicopter signal. With each passing second, his grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles whitening—especially when the footage panned over the bathroom and the master bedroom.
His fingers clenched until the leather case creaked, his expression darkening like a gathering storm.
From the driver’s seat, Darden shot him a careful glance before informing Brandon, “Eugene saw your message. But when Vivian mentioned her stream might be cut, and he couldn’t reach you, he called me. We figured that if the broadcast really ended just then, everyone would pin the blame on Millie. That’s why we decided to break in instead of just cutting her livestream off. Eugene made sure to get caught on camera himself, so no one could accuse Millie of it. Once the feed was cut, he confronted Vivian while I brought in backup.” This content belongs to (.)net
Brandon gave a single, curt nod, the shadow on his face deepening.
𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈𝗺
It had been the right move—maybe the only one.
Neither spoke again. The car sped on, headlights slicing through the fading light as the scenery blurred into a smear of color outside the windows. When the red light held them in place, Darden broke the silence.
“So, Brandon… Vivian really showed up on her own? You didn’t give her permission?”
Brandon’s eyes slid toward him, sharp and unreadable.
Flustered, Darden stumbled over his words. “I just meant—how did she even get in? When I got there, Eugene was still interrogating her.”
Brandon’s gaze drifted forward again, head tipped slightly, eyes shadowed. Truth be told, he wanted the same answer.
The light shifted green. As the car rolled forward, Darden muttered under his breath, “Myron actually proposed, and Millie said yes. Are they really going to get married?”
Brandon kept his eyes on the road, the question hanging heavy between them. Would they… really get married someday?
Brandon’s mind spun at the thought, on the verge of losing his composure entirely. He refused to accept it—absolutely refused.
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