Chapter 639

Chapter 639:
His voice was steady and sincere, his touch warm and reassuring.
Millie’s eyes rested on Myron standing before her.
He had always been gentle, respectful, and considerate toward her, never once causing her pain.
That thought eased her heart, and a soft smile appeared on her face.
“Alright,” she said, keeping her hands on the ones gently holding her cheeks.
The ring on her finger caught the light and gave off a faint sparkle.
The past was behind her now, and now she was Myron’s fiancée.
“Have some water,” Myron said, pouring a glass and offering it to her. Millie reached out to take it, letting her gaze drift to the view beyond the window.
“This is the Elliott Group, isn’t it?” she asked, glancing around at the small side room connected to his office—a private spot clearly meant for his midday breaks.
“That’s right.” Myron gave a soft laugh and nodded before moving to the desk, where an open stack of documents awaited.
It was obvious he had been in the middle of work before noticing something was wrong and coming straight over.
That awareness brought with it a feeling she wasn’t used to.
With her cup in hand, Millie got to her feet and began wandering around the room.
Her past visits here had been brief, always for business, since she usually worked out of her own rented office.
Today was different—she had fallen asleep in the car, and Myron had carried her here himself.
She stopped in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling window, taking another sip.
It surprised her to realize how long she had slept.
It reminded her of the times Alexia used to joke that Millie had a perfect sense for falling asleep on the subway but always waking up right before her stop.
But the truth was, she had never truly slept deeply—only dozed off and on. Thinking about those days, Millie once again felt the weight of how much time had changed her life.
𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⲁ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺
A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts, and she turned to see Myron’s assistant standing in the doorway with a tray of snacks in hand.
A warm smile crossed the assistant’s face as he gave Millie a nod.
“Dinner’s almost ready, so Mr. Elliott asked me to bring you some light snacks to eat,” Mack Stewart, the diligent assistant, explained while setting the tray down on a nearby table. Original content can be found at.net
Millie acknowledged him with a polite, “Thank you.”
Returning her smile, Mack gave a small gesture toward Myron before turning to leave the room.
“Go ahead—give them a try,” Myron said without looking up from the papers in front of him. “Adriana’s been hunting down these treats, thinking they could be added into the package. She and Jayceon? I’m not exactly sold on their cooking, but I’ll admit they know where to find good food.”
The comment brought to mind the time when Jayceon had tried to make scrambled eggs for them, which turned out to be a total disaster.
A small laugh escaped her as she glanced down at the neatly arranged snacks, which looked far more appealing.
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