Chapter 262

Chapter 262:
Just then, Brandon’s phone buzzed.
He pulled it out, and Millie saw the name on the screen: Vivian.
She looked away and smiled faintly.
Brandon didn’t answer.
The phone kept vibrating, but he made no move to pick it up.
“You’re not going to answer?” Millie said, her voice edged with sarcasm.
“Maybe she fainted again. You should go check on her.”
“Enough!” Brandon snapped, unable to hold back any longer.
He hated it when she talked to him like that.
But Millie just stared at him coolly, that same composed smile still on her lips. Brandon gripped his phone tightly, as if about to speak—but thought better of it. Without a word, he slipped it back into his pocket.
Suddenly, nearby, someone’s chain-strap purse knocked into a table, sending a bottle of red wine crashing to the floor.
It shattered on impact, wine spilling across the floor.
“Oh! Mr. Watson, I’m so sorry!” the woman exclaimed, rushing to get a waiter to clean the mess.
The sound and sight snapped Brandon back in time—to that year when he and Millie had gone on a business trip to Vascuosia. The hot spring hotel. The wine. The laughter.
“What if they want us to drink, Brandon? I’m not sure how much I can handle,” Millie had asked back then.
They’d heard that the client they were scheduled to meet in three days had a fondness for alcohol.
Brandon had smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to drink.” At the time, Watson Group was in a period of transition—well-established in Crobert, but still struggling to gain a foothold in the new sector.
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“Even if it comes to that, I’ll take care of it,” he promised.
But Millie had smiled, glancing at the wine bottle the client had sent over. “I want to share the burden with you. Why don’t we try it now? Let me see how much I can handle,” she said, still smiling. “That way, I’ll know my limit before the meeting.”
“Are you serious?” he’d asked, looking into her eyes. She didn’t reply. Instead, she reached for the bottle, opened it with steady hands, poured two glasses, and handed one to him.
He took it, and she tapped her glass gently against his. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “To landing this contract,” she said, and then tipped her glass back, finishing it in one go.
He watched her, smiling, and mirrored her action.
She poured a second round and raised her glass again.
“To your health and happiness, Brandon.” Another glass down in a single breath. The alcohol brought a warm flush to her cheeks.
Outside, snow fell thick and fast. Inside the hotel room, the air was warm and inviting. Fresh chapters posted on.net
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