Chapter 614
Chapter 614:
A sudden laugh bubbled out of her.
“Is this how you used to get your younger siblings to sleep?” she teased, tilting her head to glance up at him.
“Huh?” Myron blinked, caught off guard.
Her soft chuckle quickly turned into bright laughter, the sound warm enough to draw a grin from him. Once he caught her meaning, he reached over and gave her cheek a playful tap.
“Mom and the nanny handled Adriana and Jayceon when they were little. I never had to put them to bed,” he remarked, his lips curving.
Then, with a faintly mischievous glint, he added, “But… I have done it plenty of times for Kiki.” Original content can be found at.net
Kiki was his ridiculously spoiled, round-bellied ragdoll cat.
“To be exact, it loves it when I give it pats and chin scratches,” he explained, reaching over to mimic the motion on Millie.
Millie batted his hand away with a light smack, narrowing her eyes at him in mock outrage. “Oh, so now I’m your cat?”
Myron broke into unrestrained laughter, leaning in to tap her cheek with a teasing touch. “You really do look like Kiki right now—especially since Jayceon’s been teaching it to put on a dramatic act all day. It pulls the exact same face you make when you glare at me now.”
His eyes sparkled with amusement as he studied her, and truth be told, the resemblance was uncanny.
Millie had only been playing around, but his comment made her laugh despite herself.
Up front, the driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror, a small, contented smile tugging at his lips.
Moments like this—lighthearted and full of warmth—were rare treasures. After a stretch of playful back-and-forth, Myron gently eased her head onto his shoulder again, his touch tender.
𝗡𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 g𝖺𝖑𝖓𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫶ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Once Ari’s adoption paperwork is finalized, how about you, your mother, and Ari, of course, move in with me?” he suggested, his tone casual but his eyes holding intent. “There are a few independent villas within the same estate, so both you and your mother can have your own place but still be close enough for easy visits.”
He knew the history between Millie and Nicole, the tangled feelings that weren’t easily unraveled.
His arm tightened around her shoulders, his voice soft but resolute. “Millie… let me take care of you, alright?” She tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
He’d said something like this before, but this time, the words carried weight. Moving in together marked a shift—one that hinted at a deeper commitment. She trusted Myron not to push her into sharing a room, yet she couldn’t ignore how different life would feel compared to living on her own.
Myron’s voice softened, careful as if stepping on eggshells. “Do you need more time to think? Or… is it something you’d rather not do?”
Millie’s focus shifted back to him, her eyes catching on the blur of scenery rushing past the window. She’d already accepted his proposal to get engaged. Now, all he wanted was for them to live together.
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