Chapter 195

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The evening breeze mixed with the alcohol in her veins, leaving Millie reeling, her legs barely able to support her weight. All she wanted was to escape from this place.
She tried to push Brandon away, to free herself from his hold.
But she hadn’t realized how much her balance had slipped.
“Millie?” Brandon’s brow furrowed in concern.
No response came from her.
Without hesitation, he bent down and swept her up into his arms.
The ground disappeared beneath Millie as Brandon lifted her. She tried to shove him away, but her strength had long since faded.
“You’ve had too much to drink,” he said, his voice low, the sound vibrating through his chest.
“Let me down,” Millie muttered, her words slurred with fatigue and wine.
Brandon ignored her, scooping up her shoes and carrying her toward the villa without missing a step.
The branches overhead whispered in the breeze as they walked the shadowy path. Millie’s head spun. She watched the moonbeams break through the leaves, scattering silver patterns across Brandon’s shoulders.
For a moment, the glow blurred the past and present, memories melding with the now in Millie’s mind.
She had to admit—she was more intoxicated than she had realized. For more chapters visit.net
At the door, Brandon pressed his thumb to the scanner. The lock clicked open, and he gently set her down at the threshold.
She leaned against the wall to steady herself while Brandon swung the door shut behind them.
Tears still streaked her cheeks, and something in her expression weighed heavily on his chest.
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Lifting her, he’d noticed just how much weight she’d lost.
She had always been slight, but now her fragility seemed impossible to ignore.
“Looks like the wine’s caught up with you. Were you really planning to leave in this state?” Brandon’s voice was gentle, but there was an edge of concern.
Leaving like this could put her in real danger.
“I don’t need your concern,” Millie retorted, her words thick and nasal from crying.
A quiet sigh escaped Brandon, frustration mingling with resignation. “Moonlit Estate isn’t exactly teeming with taxis. How do you plan on getting home—on foot?” he asked, trying to reason with her.
The security around the estate kept the area free of prying eyes, and the Watsons preferred it that way. Normally, a family driver would be on standby, but Millie seemed intent on making her own way out.
Watching her clamp her lips together in stubborn silence, he continued, “I spotted your car outside. Were you thinking of getting behind the wheel like this? Millie, you can’t even keep your balance.”
She refused to answer, tears streaming unchecked down her face.
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