Chapter 493

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He tilted his head, his tone teasing. “How does that sound?”
Millie gave a soft nod, catching his meaning and letting the question drop. As the last notes of the waltz drifted through the air, their steps slowed to a gentle halt.
The two stood beneath the pavilion’s shelter, face-to-face, the silence between them unexpectedly intimate. For a few lingering heartbeats, neither spoke, the moment stretching, charged with an odd, fluttery tension.
Suddenly, Millie couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing, her voice ringing through the night.
Myron laughed along, their joy spilling out until they both bent over, breathless and grinning.
Eventually, Myron caught Millie just in time, steadying her before her ankle could twist in her high heels.
A playful smile lingered as he nodded toward a shaded table nearby. “Come on. Let’s catch our breath over there. I’ve got some cocktails with barely any alcohol—thought we could just relax and watch the waves for a bit.”
“Sounds perfect.” Millie brushed away the lingering tears of laughter, letting the last giggle fade as she joined him at the table. She lifted a glass, sipped cautiously, and let out a quiet sigh when she tasted how light it really was. Leaning back against the pavilion rail, they both let the salty air and low, murmured conversation fill the space between them.
Not far away, two undercover paparazzi—dressed as servers—could only stare, utterly floored by the scene unfolding before them.
Their hands hovered uncertainly over their cameras, eyes flickering between the relaxed couple and each other.
After a beat, one of them broke the silence. “Unless my eyes are playing tricks on me, that’s Millie with Myron, isn’t it?”
To seal the confirmation, he added, “Millie Bennett—the woman who finalized her divorce from Brandon only days ago!”
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Another, gripping his camera with shaking hands, nodded so quickly he nearly dropped it. “Swear on my life, that’s her. No mistake.”
A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his brow as he glanced at the camera’s screen, heart pounding. “And we’ve got the shots. Full proof. Should we—should we ask if they want to buy them off? If they do, this could be huge!”
He took a shaky step forward, intending to approach Myron, but the more composed one grabbed his arm. “Don’t even think about it. They’re clearly on a date. If you barge in, Myron might actually kill you. Here’s what we’ll do: post a teaser—just a few photos where Millie’s face isn’t visible. Let people know we’ve got something big. Then reach out to Jayceon and see if he wants to negotiate. I’m sure the Elliott family already knows what’s up. If Jayceon can’t make the call, we’ll approach Myron tomorrow. But whatever you do, do not interrupt them tonight.”
The other nodded, swallowing hard as tension buzzed between them.
Minutes later, a short video surfaced online.
Under a pavilion draped in blue rain, Myron and a woman swayed together, the music casting a dreamy spell over the scene.
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