Chapter 117
Chapter 117:
Colin froze mid-motion.
Milly tilted her face up, her eyes shimmering with a mix of hope and unease. “Colin, shouldn’t we… plan the wedding? If my belly grows much bigger, I’ll look terrible in a wedding dress p>
The words hit Colin like icy water, snapping him back to reality.
A wedding? Tying his life to Milly’s?
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Half a year ago, he would have called it his greatest wish.
Yet everything had shifted the moment Brinley reappeared—standing onstage, voice steady, eyes alight with passion. That brilliance had stirred the still pond of his heart, sending ripples he could no longer ignore.
He often drifted into memories, replaying every moment they had once shared. Details he had buried deep came surging back like an unstoppable tide, forcing him to face the truth—he had never really let her go.
Marrying Milly felt like severing the final thread to his past, a silent admission that Brinley was lost to him forever.
The thought filled him with a resistance he couldn’t explain.
“There’s too much happening at the company right now. Let’s put off the wedding for a while.” Colin lowered his eyes, lifted the cup, and took a slow sip before continuing. “I’ll speak with your mother. You don’t need to worry p>
The brightness that had been shining in Milly’s gaze vanished in an instant.
She quickly forced a smile, slipping her arm through his and leaning close. Her voice softened into a tender whisper. “Alright, I’ll do as you say. I know how busy you are, but… if the baby arrives out of wedlock, people will gossip p>
Her fingers gave his arm a gentle shake, her tone light and almost playful, though each word carried the weight of duty. “Still, it doesn’t matter. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what others say p>
Watching her fragile bravado, Colin’s chest tightened with a heavy pang of guilt.
He turned her hand over gently, his voice softening. “Don’t worry. Once this project is wrapped up, we’ll go choose your wedding dress together, alright p>
Her eyes brightened instantly. “For real p>
“Yes.” Colin gave a firm nod, though a dull ache pressed against his chest.
Milly rested her head on his shoulder, a smug smile tugging at her lips.
She recognized his delay for what it was, but it didn’t bother her. With a man like Colin—whose heart softened easily—gentle coaxing would always work better than pressing him outright.
Her patience was her weapon. This baby, this hasty wedding—each step was a careful tether, binding him closer.
When her thoughts drifted to Brinley, her gaze lowered, her palm smoothing over the curve of her belly as a steely light sharpened in her eyes.
No matter how brilliant Brinley might be, in the end she was still a woman leaning on a man. How far could she really go on her own?