Chapter 683

Chapter 683:
Myron caught her subtle observation despite her attempt at discretion.
His laughter rumbled with quiet amusement.
“There’s absolutely nothing to feel concerned about,” Myron assured her with a knowing smile, his voice still carrying traces of husky desire and irresistible charm.
“My desire for you burns with undeniable intensity, yet I will never employ force or coercion.” He continued with raw honesty, “I maintain complete faith that eventually, you’ll discover your own readiness.”
His candid honesty intensified the crimson bloom across Millie’s cheeks to an almost unbearable degree.
Unable to endure another syllable of his seductive declarations, Millie propelled him toward the door with determined urgency.
Myron’s laughter erupted with unrestrained joy at her flustered reaction.
She secured the door behind him and positioned herself at the window, watching his descent to the vehicle below, where he offered her a farewell wave. Only after his taillights disappeared did she retreat to the familiar comfort of the living room.
Her pulse hammered against her ribcage with wild abandon, and her cheeks remained flushed with heat. Millie rushed toward the bathroom to splash frigid water on her burning skin.
The mirror reflected her flushed complexion and eyes bright with newfound shyness—an image that felt both foreign and thrilling.
She pressed her palms against her heated cheeks in wonder.
Could this truly represent her authentic self?
How many months had passed since she last experienced these sensations—the racing pulse, the burning cheeks, the dizzy euphoria of overwhelming attraction?
On the opposite side, inside the Bentley, Myron looked down at himself and let out a dry, self-mocking chuckle.
He realized he had acted far too rashly just moments ago. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ.net
Millie had only just finalized her divorce, and pushing things too quickly could end up frightening her away.
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩:
Usually, he wasn’t the type to act on sudden impulses; he preferred to handle everything with careful planning and patience.
However, when it came to her, his self-control seemed to vanish.
He felt restless, overeager, like a teenager experiencing his very first crush.
When the traffic light shifted to red, Myron pressed the brakes.
He shut his eyes, making an effort to steady his breathing.
Yet Millie’s slightly dazed look kept replaying in his mind.
With a tight swallow, he opened his eyes and exhaled in quiet resignation. He knew he had to focus on something else to distract himself.
Each minute dragged by, slow and heavy.
Meanwhile, the internet buzz refused to settle.
One blogger had pieced together a thorough timeline of Vivian’s actions, even digging up every online remark that could be traced back to her.
Now that the entire story had been exposed, the more people learned, the more repulsed they became by her behavior.
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