Chapter 340
Chapter 340:
For a moment, their eyes locked—a silent clash sparking between them—while the red numbers on the elevator panel ticked steadily up to the eleventh floor.
At last, Giffard let go, allowing Brandon’s arm to fall back to his side.
Giffard offered a casual grin. “Let’s go together. Mind giving me a ride?” His words made it clear he had no intention of heading upstairs after Brandon left—and that he expected Brandon to do the same and leave Millie alone.
Brandon studied Giffard, his gaze icy, before glancing at the waiting elevator.
With a quiet nod, he agreed.
Taking Giffard along would keep things in his control.
They made their way back to the Maybach.
As the doors closed behind them, Eugene and the driver at the wheel exchanged a quick, bewildered glance, both silently wondering what drama they had just witnessed.
Brandon turned to Giffard and asked, “Where to?”
Giffard flashed an easy smile at the driver. “Crobert Hospital, please.” He then turned to Eugene and Brandon, his tone light. “Appreciate it.” He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Brandon shut his eyes, refusing to engage further, pretending to nap as the car pulled away and headed for the hospital.
Giffard studied Brandon, hesitating before breaking the uneasy silence.
“There’s nothing going on between me and Millie,” he finally said.
Brandon cracked an eye open, giving Giffard a sidelong look.
“I did it on purpose,” Giffard admitted, a faint, almost taunting smile tugging at his lips. “Watching you treat her that way pissed me off, so I pushed your buttons.”
A muscle in Brandon’s jaw tightened.
“What you saw at the hospital—she was hurt, and I was just helping her out,” Giffard explained, his voice steady but firm.
Brandon didn’t buy it for a second. He could read men far too well.
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Giffard only shrugged, meeting Brandon’s skepticism head-on. “It’s the truth. Otherwise, I wouldn’t bother explaining.”
His expression tightened, voice low and sincere. “Tomorrow, after you get that divorce decree, do me one favor: remember all the good she’s done for you. Don’t let Vivian make her life hell.”
Brandon’s expression flickered, uncertainty passing across his face before he looked away.
“I’m not that cruel,” Brandon replied in an even tone. “Vivian isn’t, either.” As long as Millie kept herself in line, no one was going to hurt her.
Giffard parted his lips as if to speak, but thought better of it and fell silent, his eyes drifting to the world beyond the window.
Without warning, a thunderous bloom of fireworks erupted across the night sky. The city’s attention snapped upward, faces illuminated by the brilliant, shimmering display.
Brandon watched the bursts of color in silence, a pang of regret twisting inside him. Those fireworks had been his surprise for Millie—a plan for a gentle goodbye beneath a sky set alight. Now, the gesture felt hollow.
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