Chapter 491

Chapter 491:
He smiled and held it tightly, guiding her back above sea level.
By now, night had fallen.
As they climbed the steps, Millie saw it.
Near the shore, beneath the soft glow of lights, a small patch of Blue Rain was falling.
Not like the sky’s blue—this was glowing, magical, like something from a dream.
She reached out, catching a few drops in her palm. It felt unreal, like a scene from a fairy tale.
Millie and Myron had no idea that the Internet had exploded with the headline: “Myron Elliott unleashes blue rain to win over a mystery woman.” The attached image was nothing short of cinematic.
A pair of silhouettes stood close together beneath a curtain of luminous blue rain. The woman’s elegant hand was outstretched to catch the falling drops, while Myron lingered at her side, his body turned protectively toward her, his lips curved into a warm, private smile meant only for the woman beside him.
Myron’s broad shoulders concealed most of her face, making her identity impossible to guess. The breeze caught the hem of her flowing blue dress, sending her hair streaming behind her, capturing a snapshot of effortless intimacy beneath the wash of cool color.
A second, even clearer photo followed immediately—this one alive with movement. Blue rain shimmered in midair; the woman’s graceful arm reached up, her skin gleaming under the city lights, as Myron looked down at her with unmistakable affection.
Captivated, she took in the brilliant spectacle he’d created for her alone, while he watched her closely, his love shining plainly in his expression.
Online gossip swirled, everyone desperate to unmask the enigmatic woman who had captured Myron’s attention—a feat in itself, considering he was notorious for being impervious to romantic intrigue.
Meanwhile, the blue rain continued to fall, drenching the world in surreal color as Millie studied the vivid droplets streaking across her palm.
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Suddenly, a broad, warm hand appeared, gently pressing a soft, damp cloth against her skin.
She looked up in surprise as Myron carefully wiped each of her fingers, erasing every last trace of blue.
When he finished, he set the cloth aside and threaded his fingers firmly through hers, his grip both reassuring and deliberate.
Millie caught sight of their entwined hands but made no move to break away.
“Come with me,” he murmured.
Without hesitation, he guided her across the rain-slicked lawn to a waiting pavilion.
Beneath the endless blue rain, he finally let go of her hand. Music floated through the air—soft, romantic, utterly inviting.
With a flourish, Myron bowed to her, a playful spark in his eyes.
“May I have this dance?” he asked, offering his hand with a hopeful smile. Something unnamable stirred in Millie’s chest—an emotion that made her heart beat strangely fast.
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