Chapter 728
Chapter 728:
Though she did jolt awake a few times, something inside her felt like things were getting better.
Millie stretched her hand toward Myron and gently poked at his thick brows, then tapped the bridge of his sharp nose.
She seemed entertained by her own mischief, her lips curving into a smile. And just as she began to pull her hand back, Myron’s fingers caught hers. His eyelids lifted slowly.
He cast her an unusually soft gaze, leaving her flustered enough to turn away. Myron only smiled, his morning voice low and husky as he whispered, “Good morning, Millie p>
Millie peeked back at him, replying quietly, “Good morning p>
Myron’s arm was still draped around her waist, and she soon noticed he was still staring at her.
Millie quickly glanced aside, unable to hold his gaze.
He reached out instead, caressing her messy hair. Then he cupped her cheek and leaned in.
Millie stiffened slightly as Myron’s lips touched her forehead.
She let out a breath of relief, only to feel him press a light kiss against her lips the very next moment.
Millie’s instinct was to resist, but Myron released her almost instantly.
It had been a light peck.
“A good morning kiss,” Myron said teasingly, watching her dazed reaction.
He gave her back a gentle pat.
Millie nodded absentmindedly before rolling out of bed to freshen up.
Myron trailed after her, and soon they were standing shoulder to shoulder at the sink, brushing their teeth in unison.
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In the mirror, their heights contrasted, one tall, the other shorter. Yet their harmony was undeniable.
Myron’s eyes lingered on her through the glass, brimming with tenderness.
Elsewhere in the city, Brandon hadn’t managed a wink of sleep.
Though most of his bruises from his beating had healed, his leg, which had been dislocated by Myron, still throbbed painfully, making it impossible to walk. The memory of Myron’s threatening words tormented him, circling his mind like a curse and keeping him on edge.
Brandon’s fury refused to cool, ready to flare at the slightest trigger.
Somewhere inside, he felt certain something important had happened last night, though he couldn’t say what.
His thoughts kept spiraling back to Myron’s hateful expression and Millie’s tear-streaked, desperate face.
Those images gnawed at Brandon, nearly driving him mad.
He realized he couldn’t keep lying in bed doing nothing.
A thought crept into his mind.