Chapter 429

Chapter 429:
Soon, she would head to Alexia’s office to pick up Ari. She had to look composed.
She stood there a little longer, took a few deep breaths, and then walked out when she was sure she was ready.
From a distance, she heard Ari’s cheerful laughter.
Millie smiled. It sounded like Ari was having a great time with Alexia.
Quietly, she made her way to the office, curious to see what they were up to. But when she reached the doorway, she saw that the person with Ari wasn’t Alexia.
It was Myron.
They were facing away from her.
Ari stood on a small stool, peering at something on the desk.
Myron stood beside her, holding a pen and explaining something, smiling gently.
“Mr. Elliott, is this really what the little cat looks like?” Ari asked sweetly, pointing at the drawing.
Myron smiled and nodded. “It really is. It’s at my place now. If Millie agrees, you can visit it. Or I’ll bring it over.”
Ari nodded eagerly, but then hesitated. “Mr. Elliott, your hand is so steady. But when I draw, sometimes everything turns out crooked.”
“I was the same at your age,” Myron said kindly. “When I couldn’t draw well, I’d even cry. But I kept practicing, and little by little, I got better.”
“Really?” Ari’s eyes lit up.
He nodded and gently guided her hand with his.
“See? Much better,” he said warmly.
“It really is!” Ari beamed and jumped in excitement.
Myron quickly reached out to steady her before she could fall.
They both laughed. The moment felt cozy and full of warmth. Millie stood by the door, unsure if the scene in front of her was real.
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She hopped off the stool and ran into Millie’s arms.
Millie crouched down and hugged her tight.
“Millie, Mr. Elliott and I were drawing,” Ari said, tugging her hand toward the desk.
Millie looked up. Myron gave her a polite nod and smile.
She nodded back and followed Ari to the desk.
Two drawings sat on the table. One was clumsy and full of charm—Ari’s. The other was simple, yet striking. Myron had drawn it with a few smooth strokes.
It was the ragdoll cat Millie had seen before.
“Millie, Mr. Elliott said you’ve seen this cat. Is it true? Does it really have such a big tail? And can it do backflips?” Ari asked.
Millie chuckled. Myron clearly adored his fluffy cat.
She nodded. “Yes, I saw it do a backflip. And its tail is fluffier than a feather duster.”
“Then can—” Ari glanced at Millie, and then at Myron, her voice going soft. “Can I play with it?”
Her little face was filled with shy hope.
It was too adorable.
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