Chapter 702

Chapter 702:

She also needed to find a way to take advantage of this strange shift in Brandon’s behavior and turn it into her escape.

All of these thoughts flashed through her mind in seconds.

“Ding p>

The elevator chimed, and Millie’s eyes snapped open as the doors began to part.

It dawned on her immediately that she’d seen this place before.

They were inside Brandon’s apartment, located directly next to the Watson Group building.

This was where they had spent countless nights together in the past.

“Remember this place?” Brandon’s voice came from her side, low and deliberate. “And all the nights we had here p>

When she lifted her gaze, he was already looking down at her.

Those bloodshot eyes carried a strange mix of longing and… bitter resentment. His palm stayed pressed over her mouth, as if her answer didn’t matter. He just kept talking, almost like he was speaking to himself, his stare fixed on her.

Millie couldn’t make sense of it.

A faint crease formed between his brows, his eyes glistened, and a quiet, humorless laugh escaped him.

Suddenly, his arm tightened around Millie’s waist, dragging her further inside.

“Bang p>

The door slammed shut behind them, and his hand finally left her mouth.

“Brandon, what are you doing? Help!” Millie’s voice burst out in desperation. Her plea went unanswered. Instead, he lifted her off the floor despite her thrashing.

“You know better than anyone that screaming here won’t get you anywhere,” he said, his tone heavy with certainty.

Millie’s eyes burned, filling with panic, because she knew he was right. She had always been a light sleeper, which was why every home and apartment they owned was outfitted with proper soundproofing.

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭:

In this upscale apartment, the walls and doors shut out nearly all noise, meaning that once she was inside, no one outside would hear a thing.

A knot tightened in Millie’s chest.

She had counted on spotting someone when they stepped out of the elevator, but that chance had already slipped away. Something about Brandon’s state unnerved her.

While her mind raced, Brandon carried her straight into the bedroom despite her kicking and twisting to break free.

The next thing Millie knew, she was thrown onto the wide bed.

She barely had time to push herself up before he forced her back down.

“Brandon p>

That overpowering grip made her skin crawl.

He didn’t answer and just pinned her there, his gaze locked on hers.

“What’s wrong with you?” Millie demanded.

Brandon’s eyes were rimmed in red, and at last, he spoke.