Chapter 536
Chapter 536:
He wrapped his fingers around hers firmly, his eyes crinkling with a smile.
Millie kept her head down, too shy to look up at him.
They walked hand in hand for a while and passed by a small food stall. The stall was run by a couple, both busy with work, while a child slept inside a nearby tent.
Even with the couple moving busily around the stall, the child remained fast asleep, undisturbed by the noise.
Millie glanced over, and Myron turned to her with a suggestion. “Want to get some snacks?”
“Yes, sounds good,” Millie responded. The drinks from earlier, combined with their walk, had left her a little hungry.
They bought some chicken and fries from the couple and found a stone block nearby to sit on. They then wore disposable gloves and started eating.
Seeing Myron like this made Millie burst into laughter.
He looked over at her with cheeks puffed out with food, wondering what she found so funny.
Millie took a good look at him.
From his luxury watch and custom suit to the shimmering cufflinks on his sleeves, everything about Myron screamed elegance. Yet now, he sat beside her on a stone block, casually munching on fried chicken.
“It’s nothing,” she said, smiling. “You just feel a lot more down-to-earth right now, not so much like the untouchable CEO you usually seem to be.” He no longer came across as the unreachable CEO of a gemstone empire.
Sitting beside her like this, he felt more like someone she could truly know. That invisible wall between them seemed to shrink.
After swallowing his bite, Myron said, “Back when I spent time at sea for work, there were times we barely had enough to eat. I had to make do with whatever we had.” The source of thɪs content is ⓝovelFind.net
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He went on, “Most of the food on the ship was bland, canned meals. So whenever we docked, we’d rush out to find something decent to eat. Street food always tasted incredible in those moments.” He spoke, reaching for a napkin to wipe sauce off her lips. “Still, nothing beats the variety of dishes from home.”
Then, his expression changed. His face tensed for a second, and his lips twitched slightly, as though he recalled an unpleasant memory.
“What’s wrong?” Millie asked softly, taking the napkin from his hand to wipe her mouth, confused by his change in demeanor.
“Just thought of some truly terrible cooking attempts by two certain people…” Myron said, clearly referring to Jayceon’s and Adriana’s infamous kitchen disasters.
Millie caught on right away and gave a knowing nod. She remembered Jayceon’s confident attempt at cooking when she last visited the Elliott Mansion. He had insisted on preparing his signature dish, only to end up burning something as basic as scrambled eggs.
As they continued eating, their conversation moved to lighter topics. The night breeze brushed past them gently, and both of them looked completely at ease in each other’s company.
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