Chapter 372

Chapter 372:
Alexia shot back, “What’s wrong with it? If you’re allowed to be here, why can’t we be?”
She and Darden had known each other since childhood. They weren’t close, but they’d crossed paths enough over the years.
Alexia had heard enough about Brandon and Darden’s regular nights out to resent them both. And Brandon often mentioned how Alexia and Millie were always scheming together. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ
So this meeting was like a spark to dry tinder. It was like enemies reuniting.
“We come here to drink and blow off steam. You think this is the same?” Darden growled.
“It’s exactly the same!” Alexia fired back. “We’re free women. What’s wrong with dancing and a little eye candy?”
“You want to come, fine. But don’t drag Millie into it,” he snapped, trying to push past her.
“Don’t you dare!” she said, grabbing his arm. “Leave Millie alone!”
“Alexia!” Darden barked. The two of them were now fully arguing in the hallway.
Meanwhile, Brandon had parked in the lounge’s underground garage. He sat for a moment, staring at the street through the windshield. The day had drained him more than he expected.
When he checked his phone, it was already past nine. Just three more hours, and the day would finally be over.
He got out of the car and made his way inside the club. The heavy music hit him instantly. The crowd danced without inhibition as lights flashed rhythmically.
He moved past the dance floor toward the stairs. But just as his eyes swept over the crowd, something stopped him cold.
A woman in the middle of the dance floor. She was laughing, her hair bouncing as she danced.
Brandon froze. Millie?
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What was she doing here? And on the dance floor… smiling like that?
Millie twirled beneath the shifting lights, a genuine smile lighting her face as she moved with the music. For once, she allowed herself to let go.
Most days, she was constantly occupied. For seven relentless years, her world had revolved around Brandon—managing Watson Group affairs, juggling Bennett family obligations, darting from city to city on business trips, or spending long evenings at the Moonlit Estate making sure the elders were comfortable. Whenever she found a spare moment, she busied herself perfecting her home with Brandon or mastering some new skill she thought would help.
Evenings out with her friends like this, echoing their carefree youth, were a rarity now. And coming to a place like the Blue Lounge? That was practically unheard of. Tonight, as she sipped her drink and laughed with her friends, she realized she actually enjoyed herself—at least in small doses. The blaring music and crowded dance floor were tolerable for a night, but she had no desire to make it a habit.
As Millie lost herself in the rhythm, her thoughts began to drift.
A sharp hand suddenly clamped around her arm, jarring her back to the present. She stiffened and spun around, bracing herself.
Brandon stood in front of her, his jaw clenched tight, fury etched into every line of his face.
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