Chapter 975
Chapter 975:
Myron maintained his usual gentle, refined demeanor as he spoke. But Millie could see the hidden vulnerability in his eyes that he usually kept carefully concealed from the world.
She reached up and touched his cheek with her free hand, her heart breaking a little for the fear he must have carried.
“Those years when you were out on the water… it must have been so difficult,” she whispered, understanding now why he’d been thinking about all these possibilities.
After facing real danger, after wondering if he might not make it home to her, he’d naturally started thinking about what her future would look like without him.
“Yes, it was,” he admitted simply. “But I survived it.” He survived it.
Those simple words carried so much pain and determination that Millie felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes.
She didn’t need to hear the details of what he’d been through. She set down her glass and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close against her.
He held her tightly, his arms strong and warm around her waist.
Their silent embrace communicated everything that words never could.
The night air was crisp and perfectly still.
A figure in a worn baseball cap slipped quietly through the shadows, moving with practiced stealth.
His face was carefully hidden, and he chose his path so cleverly that no security camera could catch even a glimpse of his features.
Macauley had been lurking around the outskirts of this chaotic neighborhood for hours, but he didn’t dare go any closer. He was terrified that whoever was tracking him might follow his trail straight to Vivian. He couldn’t stop wondering how she was holding up.
He hadn’t left much behind when he fled the house so suddenly.
𝖀𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖆:
The place didn’t have much in terms of supplies or comfort either, but this part of town was like a maze of forgotten alleys and crumbling buildings. The authorities barely bothered to patrol here, which made it the perfect place to disappear. He had left some emergency money hidden in the apartment before leaving, so if Vivian was smart about rationing it, she should be able to survive for a while longer without him.
Still, the worry gnawed at him.
Pulling out his phone, Macauley stared at the screen for a long moment before finally deciding to try calling her again.
The phone rang and rang, but just like all his previous attempts, there was no answer.
He couldn’t understand why she wasn’t picking up. Maybe she was being extra cautious about using the phone, which would actually be the smart thing to do given how much heat was on them right now.
Thinking quietly for a second, he sent Vivian a message. “This situation has gotten completely out of hand. We need to lay low for a bit longer, then figure out how to get out of the country p>
He had already seen his face plastered on wanted posters across every news channel and social media platform. Staying in the country wasn’t even an option anymore; it was only a matter of time before someone recognized him. Fortunately, he still had contacts who could help smuggle people across borders, though the current security measures were making everything much more complicated. Things would probably ease up in a few weeks, but until then, they were trapped.