Chapter 504

Chapter 504:
He watched as the elevator descended. Then he bent down, picked up the crumpled handkerchief, and tossed it into the trash.
After a quiet moment, he stepped out of the stairwell and stopped at Millie’s door.
He knocked twice, gently.
It opened a few seconds later. Millie stood in front of him. For original chapters go to
“It’s handled,” Myron said with a quiet smile. “He won’t come back.”
Millie glanced down the hallway, toward the elevator. Then she nodded. “Thank you.”
“Get some rest,” he told her. His voice was gentle, but he didn’t step any closer.
“Goodnight.”
“You too,” she said. “Goodnight.”
Then she hesitated and added softly, eyes lowered, “I’ve said it already, but… thank you again.”
This time, his smile deepened. “You don’t have to thank me, silly.”
She looked up at him. Under the warm light pouring out from her apartment, he looked calm and steady. Something about it left her feeling unsure of what she was feeling.
“You should go,” she said. “Take care on your way back.”
He nodded, gave her one last glance, and then turned to leave.
Millie stood at the doorway and watched him enter the elevator. She didn’t move for a while. Only after the doors closed did she slowly turn, step inside, and close the door behind her.
Elsewhere, Brandon sped through the city. The words Myron had said echoed in his mind, over and over, cutting into him.
Did he love Millie?
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Of course he did. How could he not?
The sound of the car engine felt distant, muffled beneath the weight in his chest.
He drove aimlessly, not knowing where he was going. Everything was slipping through his fingers, and he had no way to stop it. He was in pain—deep, relentless pain—and didn’t know how to escape it.
He remembered what he had said earlier, how low he had sunk. He couldn’t stop thinking about her—her tears, her laughter, her shy smile, her trembling voice whispering his name during long, intimate nights.
How had it all fallen apart?
He didn’t even recognize himself anymore.
The city lights faded as he reached the outskirts. The road was empty. He slammed on the brakes.
The car skidded to a stop in the dark countryside. Only the sound of insects filled the air.
He leaned forward, his forehead pressed to the steering wheel. Tears rolled down his face.
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