Chapter 494

Chapter 494:
The camera angle kept her face hidden, but her smooth skin, elegant silhouette, and effortless dance moves left no doubt she was stunning.
Still, it was Myron’s mesmerized stare that stole the spotlight—he looked at her as if he couldn’t see anyone else.
The Internet erupted again.
Frustrated viewers cursed the pillar that blocked her. Someone please move that column! Gossip forums lit up with theories. Who is she? What kind of woman could enchant Myron like that?
As speculation exploded online, Brandon’s phone started buzzing.
He glanced down at the screen—a message from Darden.
“Myron and his mystery girlfriend are all over the news! You have to see this!” Darden had sent several gossip links in their chat.
Brandon’s mind flashed back to his last run-in with Myron at the mall, recalling every word of that tense conversation.
He tapped the links, scrolling through the trending hashtags, vivid paparazzi shots, and a short video clip of Myron and the woman twirling through the blue rain.
A faint frown creased his brow. There was something eerily familiar about the way the woman moved, the graceful curve of her figure—almost as if he had seen her somewhere before.
The rain had finally faded, leaving the sky a clean, endless dark shade. Millie sipped her cocktail, her gaze drifting over the waves.
Myron’s voice came, soft but steady—he wanted to know if she’d care if people found out about them dating.
She let out an airy laugh. “Why would I? Sooner or later, everyone’s going to know.”
Her eyes drifted to the sea, and with the alcohol lightening her mood, a sudden urge to step into the waves stirred inside her.
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With those thoughts, she gave in to the moment and moved without hesitation. Kicking off her heels and clutching them loosely, she wandered barefoot across the sand, drawn to the playful dance of the waves. Content originally comes from ͟.net
Myron trailed after her, hands in his pockets, a fond smile lingering on his lips. Without warning, Millie tossed her shoes into the sand, crouched, and flung a sparkling arc of seawater right at him, laughter bubbling from her chest. Caught off guard, he took the splash head-on, blinking in surprise for just a heartbeat before his lips curled into a warm, forgiving smile.
With a playful gleam in his eye, he knelt by the water’s edge, scooped up a handful, and sent a sparkling arc right back at her.
Millie laughed, sidestepping his retaliation with practiced agility. “Nice try!” she called, darting along the shoreline, nimble as a child as she kicked up bursts of foam in her wake.
The two of them chased each other through the shallows, water droplets flying as laughter tangled with the sound of the waves. Myron’s usually sleek hair was soon a dripping, tangled mess, dark strands plastered to his forehead and cheeks.
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