Chapter 337

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Millie shot him a fierce glare.
Brandon spoke up, his tone firm. “Eugene is nearly here. There’s really no reason to involve anyone else.”
Once Ari was safely dropped off, Giffard would still have the task of getting Millie back to her place safely.
With the end of their marriage drawing near, Brandon found himself resisting the thought of Giffard giving her a ride home.
He pressed the point again. “Let my team handle your ride.” A wave of frustration swept over Millie.
Her patience had already worn thin—she hadn’t even wanted to pose for the picture earlier, and now she felt cornered again.
A sharp reply left her lips. “Giffard’s character is above reproach. He’s not the type you’re implying he is.”
Despite her words, Brandon refused to give in.
Before anyone could say more, her phone began to buzz, Giffard’s name lighting up the screen.
Without hesitating, Millie accepted the call. “It’s me, yes. We’re on the second floor. Can you come get us? Thank you.”
The conversation ended, leaving her to wait beside Ari in silence.
A storm of frustration brewed inside Brandon, though there was nothing he could do.
Every effort he’d made to smooth things over—choosing this place, trying to show patience—had been meant to bring her some comfort.
Moments earlier, he thought he’d glimpsed a shift in her mood, some softening. So why did she reach for Giffard now?
Years spent believing he understood her had done little to help in recent weeks.
Each day made her more of a mystery.
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When had Millie turned so unyielding?
Even after he explained Vivian’s illness, insisting she didn’t have long, Millie’s anger refused to fade.
He called her name, “Millie,” hoping to bridge the distance, but she said nothing, cradling Ari close.
Before Brandon could find the right words, a sharp knock sounded at the door.
Millie responded instantly, crossing the room with Ari still clinging to her.
A twist of the handle revealed three faces—Giffard, Eugene, and the woman she didn’t recognize.
Without delay, Giffard crossed the threshold, taking his place beside Millie, while Eugene’s eyes flicked around the room, confusion clouding his expression. He distinctly remembered Brandon asking for a female driver to assist with transportation. Yet, for some reason, Giffard had shown up instead.
Tension hummed in the air, made sharper by the way Brandon regarded Giffard—every glance tight and guarded.
For a moment, Eugene seemed uncertain, his voice faltering before he finally spoke. “Mr. Watson, we—”
Interrupting swiftly, Millie cut in, “Don’t worry about it, Eugene. Giffard was already here. He’ll be driving me, so there’s no need for the driver you brought.”
Having worked alongside Eugene before, she preferred not to create any extra difficulty, especially when she knew Brandon was the reason he’d come. Without sparing Brandon a glance, Millie turned to Giffard. “Would you mind fetching my bag and Ari’s backpack from the rack?”
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