Chapter 560

Chapter 560: Chapters first released on.net
“Come with me,” he said, noticing the tears in her eyes. He led her to a series of paintings.
“This one shows you buying spices at the port,” he said, pointing to a painting and the photo beside it. “And this… this is from Eldoria. You and Brandon were trapped then. That was the first time I stepped in to help you escape.”
Millie stopped, her eyes drawn to the image of a small boat. She remembered that year clearly—the rushed escape, the fear of the boat sinking, the uncertainty about who or what might lie ahead.
In that cramped cabin, she and Brandon had clung to each other, the world outside reduced to waves and silence.
Only now did she learn that Myron had been part of that escape.
“I took care of the problems you left behind in Eldoria,” he said. “I arranged for my men to escort your boat. I wanted to make sure you got out safely.” He had stood on the deck of his own boat back then, watching theirs disappear with her aboard.
“I discovered Blue Rain while I was there,” he added.
Millie recalled their first date. The sky above them had shimmered with soft blue rain.
She remembered him saying he had watched it alone that night from the deck back in Eldoria.
Myron gently took her hand as they walked from one painting to the next. Each was paired with a photograph or keepsake from the past. He spoke in a low voice, recounting stories from across the years—from faraway countries and from the time after his return.
One painting stood out. It showed her in a wedding dress, the moment she married Brandon.
They walked on until they reached the final painting. They stopped in front of it, standing quietly, side by side.
Only then did Millie realize just how many moments Myron had witnessed in silence. He had seen her life unfold with Brandon. He had watched their love grow.
He had spoken only of when and where the paintings had come together, but the depth of his feelings came through without a word.
She felt a heaviness in her chest. She had never imagined he had loved her like this.
A tear slipped from her eye and landed on the hand that still held hers.
He felt it. Without letting go, he reached up and gently wiped her cheek. “Don’t cry,” he whispered. “I didn’t bring you here to make you cry. I don’t want you to feel sad. I hate seeing you cry.”
Millie tried to speak, but her voice faltered. Her emotions tangled together, and words refused to come.
The room stayed silent. Only the sound of their breaths filled the space.
After a pause, Myron gently wiped another tear from her cheek.
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