Chapter 390

Chapter 390:
Out in the audience, Brandon kept glancing at the empty seat beside him. Several days ago, he’d mentioned the show and asked Millie if she planned to attend, even saving a spot for her.
Now, as the minutes ticked by and the crowd settled, he couldn’t help but wonder if she would actually show.
The live broadcast of Heavenly Melody was in full swing, and the audience seats were quickly filling up.
A few rows from Brandon, Myron, Jayceon, and Adriana had already taken their seats. The three were chatting, their voices low, but bits of their conversation drifted over to Brandon.
“Myron, come on! That perfect gentleman charade? Just drop it! What if she’s not into that?” Jayceon teased, though it wasn’t clear who they were talking about.
He added, “You know her type isn’t exactly what you’re pretending to be.”
Myron replied smoothly, “And how do you know I’m not a real gentleman?” Thɪs chapter is updated by.net
Jayceon made a dramatic gagging sound and threw his sister a look. Adriana rolled her eyes at Myron. “Please. You? A real gentleman? You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
Jayceon sighed. “Exactly. And don’t forget you dragged me along as your perfect excuse when you were the one who desperately wanted to see her. You said you had a plan, but I bet your whole plan is just scheming how to win her over.”
Adriana nodded in agreement and pointed at Myron. “You’re no gentleman at all. One day, I’ll tell her the truth about you!”
Myron only chuckled, calm and unfazed, as if he had everything under control.
Brandon looked over at them and found Myron staring right back.
Leaning into his seat with ease, Myron turned his head slightly and gave Brandon a small, deliberate nod—like he had sensed Brandon’s eyes on him all along.
Brandon returned the nod quietly and then looked away. But something about it lingered in his mind.
Who were the Elliott siblings talking about?
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It sounded like Myron had his eye on someone. That didn’t happen often. Whoever it was must be someone special.
Brandon glanced at the empty seat next to him and picked up his phone. “The show’s about to start. You should get here soon, or you’ll miss it,” he texted Millie. But just like before, there was no reply.
Brandon’s brows creased slightly.
Not far away, Jayceon and Adriana were exchanging glances, clearly up to something. They kept gesturing between Brandon and Myron, whispering and nudging each other like kids sharing a secret.
Eventually, Myron cleared his throat, and the two instantly straightened up.
Meanwhile, Vivian was watching closely. Her eyes kept returning to the empty seat beside Brandon. Seeing it still unoccupied, she clenched her fists.
Brandon had told her he was inviting Millie. He’d even said that if it made Vivian uncomfortable, he would seat Millie among the general audience.
But to keep up her image of being “sweet and understanding,” Vivian had insisted he seat Millie nearby.
“You still care for each other, even if you’re divorced,” Vivian had said with a pale smile. “Besides… I don’t have much time left. In the future, she’ll still be the one beside you.”
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