Chapter 568

Chapter 568:
“Millie, I really like you like this,” he murmured. His voice was low and rough. The kiss earlier outside his house had been a brief touch. This one was their first real kiss.
He had held back, unsure if she was ready.
Now he felt sure. She meant it. She wasn’t doing this just to spite Brandon. The thought filled him with excitement.
If he could skip to their wedding day, he would. But he knew he had to hold back and be patient. At least now, they were truly together.
After a moment, Millie gave him a playful shove. Myron smiled and leaned back, releasing her.
“I need to go home,” she said softly.
“Okay,” he replied.
Before she could say anything more, he added, “Sorry I can’t walk you up today.” She paused, confused for a second. Then her cheeks flushed with understanding.
She pushed him back into his seat and gave a small, teasing snort. Without another word, she unbuckled her seatbelt, picked up her bag, and stepped out.
Just before heading into the building, she leaned back toward him. “Drive safe,” she said.
He nodded, smiling. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” she replied, then turned and walked away.
He stayed parked until he saw the lights in her apartment turn on. She stepped out onto the balcony and waved. Only then did he flash the car lights in reply and drive off.
As the Bentley passed Brandon and his Maybach, Myron glanced toward him coldly. He didn’t say a word as he sped away.
Brandon stood motionless. His rage burned, but beneath it was something worse—helplessness. Everything was falling apart.
He could convince himself that the kiss outside the Elliott Mansion might have been Millie’s way to spite him. But the one she shared with Myron in the car just now had been real. She had truly let go of him.
She had truly started over.
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His chest ached. The world around him seemed to collapse.
“Let me go,” Brandon said.
Myron’s men still held him.
“I won’t go to her,” he said.
He had seen them. Myron had guards posted at the entrance of the apartment building.
Only then did they release him.
Brandon got back into his car. A strong urge rose in him to tell Millie everything. But the memory of that day came rushing back, and he bit it back.
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