Chapter 610
Chapter 610:
“Is it to your liking?” he asked, his voice gentle, coming from just behind her shoulder.
Millie glanced up at him, meeting his gaze in the reflection of his eyes. Reaching for the ring, Myron extended his other hand, open and steady, waiting for her to place hers in it.
“Will you allow me to be the one who stands by your side?” he asked, his words clearly carried by the nearby drone. Then he sank to one knee, his gaze never leaving hers.
“Millie, let’s get engaged,” he said simply.
Myron had considered proposing outright, but he felt that a true proposal should be something bigger, more special. Traditionally, engagement followed a proposal. But this wasn’t a traditional situation. They both knew that this step didn’t guarantee marriage. It was something they had already discussed and agreed upon.
Still, it marked progress, an evolution beyond just calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend.
As he looked at her, Myron noticed the faint redness around her eyes. All he wanted was to make life easier for her, to be the steady hand she could lean on when things became hard. He couldn’t bear the thought of her hurting.
“Millie!” Brandon’s voice echoed from a distance.
Millie didn’t flinch. She didn’t even glance toward the sound. Her gaze remained fixed on Myron. “Are you certain?” she asked softly, her chest tightening as warmth rose in her throat.
“I’ve been certain for years,” Myron answered.
Their eyes locked, and Millie was suddenly taken back to that moment in the hot air balloon—the quiet studio, his voice, his promises, and the little things he’d shown her that had stayed with her ever since.
That day, just before they left his place, he had watched her cradle the cat in her arms, gently stroking its fur. He had said in a quiet voice, “Millie, don’t ever worry about being a burden or making things hard for me. You can be exactly who you are when you’re with me.”
𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝘁 gᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ﹒ᴄᴏᴍ
Millie looked at Myron now. He had meant every word. Chapters first released on.net
He had once told her he could clearly tell the difference between love and gratitude. His feelings hadn’t grown out of obligation; they had come later, when he matured and truly saw her. Still, he never downplayed the help she had given him back then. He always acknowledged that he wouldn’t be who he was without her.
All his actions had been meant to reassure her.
Meanwhile, Brandon was still resisting, and the backup he had called had arrived, sparking a clash between the two sides. Onlookers crowded around, phones raised, voices rising in excitement as they snapped photos and gossiped.
The sunlight beamed down, but Myron, still on one knee, saw only Millie. She was all that mattered to him.
“Millie,” Myron said softly when he noticed she’d gone quiet. “Let me take care of you—please?”
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