Chapter 741
Chapter 741:
For days, Brandon had been trying to get through to Millie. No matter if he asked Myron directly or searched on his own, she remained out of reach.
A while ago, he had convinced the staff to send Barbara away, giving him the chance to stay here alone while he waited for Millie.
When she appeared, he instinctively reached out, but she flinched back at once. “Don’t touch me!” Her body trembled violently as she yanked her hand away from Brandon.
Millie pulled out her phone in a rush, pressing a quick-dial button. Within seconds, the female bodyguard assigned by Myron stepped into view. She positioned herself firmly between them, one arm raised to stop Brandon from advancing.
Brandon’s eyes darted from the bodyguard to Millie, disbelief etched across his face. “Millie, I just want to talk,” he said. But she was already treating him like a threat, calling for protection the moment they crossed paths.
Millie avoided his gaze completely, unwilling to utter even a single word. These past few days, her mood had only just begun to stabilize. The last thing she wanted was to be reminded of that day, or to face Brandon again.
She turned to leave, but the exit was already blocked by several figures, clearly men Brandon had brought with him.
He gave a bitter laugh. “What? Myron’s free to bring his people to stop me from reaching you, but I’m not allowed to show up with anyone p>
Millie clung to the safety of her female bodyguard, her shoulders shaking. The memory of that night at his apartment came flooding back in jagged flashes. “What do you want, Brandon?” Millie asked, her voice trembling, teeth chattering. “If you dare force me again, I swear I’ll p>
“You’ll what?” he cut in, eyes bloodshot. “Millie, I know you’ve been staying at the Elliott Mansion, even sharing a room with him p>
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, panic and fury twisting in her expression. Catching the fear in her eyes, laced with a trace of hatred, Brandon’s heart sank with sorrow.
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His tone dropped, soft and almost pleading. “I won’t lay a hand on you again, I promise. I just… need to talk to you p>
Ever since his recent visit to the prison, a voice in his head had refused to let him rest. It whispered to him day and night: “You can’t live without her.” “Tell her what you sacrificed for her.” “She’ll forgive you. She’ll come back.” “Take her away from Myron.” That was why he had shown up here with people.
Brandon started, but before he could finish, Millie snapped.
“Let me go!” she screamed.
She felt as if she were about to lose her mind. Her chest ached as though her heart might burst. The last thing she wanted was to hear another word from Brandon. Just seeing him was enough to drag her back into the nightmare.
She had been forcing herself to move on, even preparing for a chance encounter with him at her concert or on the street. But not like this. Not in a cramped hallway, surrounded by his men, cornered like prey.
Even with her bodyguard close, the suffocating helplessness crushed her, threatening to push her over the edge.
“Millie…” Brandon’s brows knit together as he struggled to find the words he wanted to say. He hadn’t even touched her. Why did she recoil as if he had? During rehearsal earlier, she had looked perfectly fine.