Chapter 681
Chapter 681:
Myron followed her line of sight and released a quiet chuckle. “Ari appears completely enchanted by that balloon—her grip hasn’t loosened once.”
“I suspect she might favor cartoon-themed balloons even more,” Millie remarked thoughtfully as they entered the building’s dimly lit hallway together. Their conversation flowed in hushed tones, covering…
Recent developments and tentative plans for their uncertain future lingered in their minds as they ascended to Millie’s apartment floor.
Myron gently settled Ari onto her small bed with practiced care, removing her tiny shoes with methodical attention.
Millie appeared with a basin filled with comfortably warm water, preparing to cleanse Ari’s peaceful face, delicate hands, and tiny feet.
Myron observed this intimate ritual, recognizing Millie’s need for privacy during these quiet moments. Respectfully, he withdrew to the living room’s neutral space.
Millie attended to Ari, dressing her in soft pajamas that smelled of home and security.
When she emerged carrying the used basin, Myron immediately relieved her of the burden.
Millie remained motionless, watching as he emptied the basin’s contents, thoroughly rinsed the washcloth, and meticulously removed every water stain from the sink with a nearby towel.
His designer clothing, the luxury timepiece adorning his wrist, and his perfectly arranged hair seemed out of place in this humble rented space. Yet somehow, this domestic scene radiated an inexplicable warmth that made her heart flutter with unexpected contentment.
The profound realization struck Millie with surprising clarity—even if Myron had no connection to the Elliott family legacy, even if he were simply an ordinary man navigating life’s mundane challenges, he would still possess the qualities of an exceptional father and devoted husband.
He finished his methodical tidying and turned to find Millie still standing in the same spot, her expression contemplative.
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“Has something troubled you?” he asked, his voice laced with gentle concern.
Millie’s expression softened into a warm smile as she dismissed his worries with a subtle shake of her head.
In the next heartbeat, Myron’s fingers found hers, intertwining with purposeful intent. She lifted her gaze to meet his, and then his lips descended upon hers with inevitable gravity.
His breath scorched her skin with its intensity.
He guided her toward the sofa’s welcoming embrace, his lips continuing their devoted exploration of hers.
He eased her down against the cushions, her name escaping his lips like a sacred prayer.
“Millie.”
“Yes?” she breathed in response.
He claimed her mouth once again, repeating her name with deeper reverence.
Millie felt the world begin to tilt and spin around her, as if gravity itself had abandoned its hold on reality.
Without warning, a fierce gust of wind burst through the space.
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