Chapter 362
Chapter 362:
She observed him across the table, taking in his composed expression as the scent of coffee drifted between them.
Myron looked as collected as ever, unfazed by his own bold proposal.
The arrangement sounded strangely appealing.
Still, she couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you doing this? Is it really just because you like me?”
She frowned, searching his face for a hint of a deeper motive. She honestly couldn’t imagine what about her could inspire that kind of devotion.
“If you want another reason…” Myron’s smile curved with a hint of mischief. “Let’s just say I’d rather not make things so easy for Brandon—or the Watson Group.”
He leaned in, his tone softening. “You probably don’t realize it, Millie, but I envy him. Not because of his money or his status. Not even the Watson Group. I envy the fact that he once had someone who gave him everything—someone who’d risk it all just for him.”
Millie’s gaze dropped to the table.
Risk everything, just for him? Wasn’t that just foolishness?
She’d done it. Seven years, and what did she have to show for it?
“I’ll think about it,” she murmured, her voice low with exhaustion. “I can’t give you an answer right now.” She just felt so tired.
Seven years with Brandon had drained her. The idea of diving into a new relationship left her hollow and wary.
She wondered if she was even capable of falling in love again.
Marriage without love? The thought made her chest tighten.
“Excuse me,” Millie murmured, giving a polite nod before she quietly rose and walked away.
Myron remained in his seat, watching her retreat.
The coffee she’d left behind sat untouched, wisps of steam curling in the morning light. He gazed at the cup, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. If she no longer believed she could love, maybe he could be the one to love her first.
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After leaving the cafe, Millie sank into the driver’s seat of her car and exhaled, letting the tension slip away.
At least she didn’t have to deal with Myron pressing her for answers anymore. Everything else could wait.
For now, she’d finally closed the chapter on her marriage, and that was something worth celebrating.
Meanwhile, Brandon had already returned to the Watson Group’s headquarters. The day before, he had ordered Eugene to clear his calendar. So, when Eugene saw him walking in, he was genuinely taken aback.
“Mr. Watson, what brings you back?” Eugene asked, eyeing him with barely concealed concern. “You don’t look so good. Should I call a doctor?”
Brandon dismissed him with a wave.
“No need. Go ahead and get ready. We’ll continue with those meetings.”
Eugene opened his mouth, hesitating, almost about to ask about the divorce, but Brandon’s expression left no room for questions.
“Understood,” Eugene said immediately, moving quickly to carry out the order.
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