Chapter 715
Chapter 715:
“The driver safely delivered her home. She rests peacefully in her bedroom now,” Myron offered with comforting certainty.
Millie experienced a momentary wave of relief before lapsing into contemplative silence.
Despite understanding she had reached safety, terror continued to grip her body with relentless claws, as though her very physiology had undergone permanent alteration.
Millie managed a tentative sip of the soothing water while Myron signaled for the household staff to bring nourishing sustenance.
They presented a steaming bowl of easily digestible, vitamin-rich soup, prepared specifically for her recovery.
Millie’s appetite had vanished completely, allowing her to consume only several reluctant spoonfuls before abandoning the effort entirely.
“It’s alright. We’ll try again when you feel better.” Myron spoke with infinite tenderness, offering words of gentle encouragement and understanding. Eventually, Millie surrendered to exhaustion and drifted into a fitful slumber.
Yet peace proved elusive as nightmarish visions shattered her rest within hours. Perspiration drenched her clothing as vivid flashbacks transported her back to that cursed apartment, where Brandon had subjected her to unspeakable violations against her desperate will.
“Millie, I’m right here beside you.” Myron maintained his unwavering presence at her bedside, his grip on her hand serving as an anchor. “Remember, I’m Myron p>
Millie’s chest rose and fell in violent spasms, her heart threatening to burst from her ribcage.
Saltwater trails carved paths down her cheeks while Myron tenderly dabbed them away using soft tissues.
“I will never abandon you,” Myron declared with absolute conviction. “I shall remain beside you always p>
The surrounding environment felt dreamlike and surreal, yet his warm touch provided undeniable, comforting reality.
𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝘁 gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺
The intravenous solution contained carefully measured sedative compounds. Shortly afterward, Millie surrendered once again to medication-induced unconsciousness.
Myron moistened a clean cloth with warm water, gently removing perspiration from her fevered skin while his brow remained creased with profound concern. Throughout the endless night hours, Millie awakened repeatedly in states of pure terror.
Each emergence from sleep followed another nightmare’s devastating assault. She appeared perpetually trapped within that mental prison, struggling desperately to escape its psychological chains.
The same horrific scene replayed with merciless persistence, trapping her in an endless cycle of fear, physical agony, and crushing helplessness.
But every single time consciousness returned, Myron maintained his vigil. His fingers stayed entwined with hers while his voice offered constant reassurance of his presence.
He maintained his protective watch until the first rays of dawn painted the sky with gentle light.
When Millie’s eyes opened to greet the new day, sunlight streamed through the bedroom windows. Turning slightly, she found Myron still there, his eyes bloodshot from sleepless vigilance.