Chapter 327

Chapter 327:
She glanced at the screen—Brandon’s name flashed across it.
Her heart tightened instantly, every nerve on edge as she hesitated.
Millie stared at her phone in disbelief. The official decree would be finalized tomorrow—so why was Brandon calling now, of all times? Had he… changed his mind? What would she do if he had?
Questions chased each other through her head as the phone rang on and on, refusing to let her breathe.
At the last possible second, she finally picked up and slipped quietly into the far end of the hallway.
“What is it?” she demanded in a flat tone.
Brandon’s voice reached her, gentle and unexpectedly intimate. “Let’s have dinner tonight. Bring Ari. I’ve already made the reservation.”
A crease appeared between Millie’s brows. Her first instinct was to refuse, but she paused. With so little time left, she had no energy for another scene. So she simply asked, “Why?”
He answered softly, his words wrapped in a familiar warmth, “Millie, the decree comes through tomorrow. After that, we might not have the chance to sit down like this again for a long time.”
Millie’s gaze drifted up to a sleek, modern painting on the wall as she struggled to steady her thoughts.
Was this dinner meant to mark the end of them?
Uncertainty twisted in her chest while she hesitated in the hush of the hallway. Brandon lingered in silence, the weight of his words hanging between them. At last, he murmured, “Just this once. After tonight, and until we remarry—unless there’s an emergency—I won’t contact you or Ari again.”
Pressing her lips into a thin line, she responded, “You’d better mean it.”
She had no plans to go back to him. If he truly kept his promise, then tonight would mark a clean, final break.
“Absolutely,” Brandon replied, his voice so soft it barely carried.
He sent her the restaurant details, and then ended the call.
Brandon let his phone fall to the passenger seat and gazed out the window at the kindergarten gates.
He had no idea what he was hoping for.
In a few months, Vivian would be gone. That was the plan—and after that, he and Millie would remarry.
But right now, he needed something—some reason, some grit—to pull him through the days ahead.
He looked over at Ari, still sitting on the playground, surrounded by her friends, lost in her painting. Her laughter floated across the yard, bright and unburdened. Brandon found himself smiling, warmth blooming quietly in his chest.
Millie’s brows knitted tighter as she mulled everything over, doubt gnawing at her.
After some thought, she dialed Alexia and ran through the details.
Alexia, sprawled out on her sofa with an apple slice in hand, sounded unimpressed. “Who knows what game he’s playing now? As long as he actually puts his name on the divorce papers tomorrow, that’s all we need.” Millie let out a faint sigh, conceding the point.
Alexia went on, her tone sharpening, “What worries me is that he invited you hoping you’ll change your mind. If that’s his angle, it’ll just make everything messier.” Read complete version only at.net
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