Chapter 692

Chapter 692:
“Goodnight,” she said from the doorway.
“Goodnight,” Myron answered, smiling as he looked up at her.
Only then did she close the door.
Taking a steadying breath, Myron looked down, forcing himself to calm. He cleared away the cup and dryer before slowly heading upstairs.
He paused outside her room, letting the moment stretch, then finally turned away and stepped into his own.
Inside her room, Millie lay still, listening until his footsteps faded.
Her fingers brushed over her lips, and she pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart pound as if it might leap free.
On one of those evenings, Brandon joined Darden for drinks, and the night ended with him too drunk to drive. Darden, taking charge, sent Brandon back to his apartment near the Watson Group offices.
With the deadlines for their new launch closing in, Brandon had been buried in late-night work sessions, so staying at the apartment made sense.
The launch eventually arrived without a hitch, and the new products went public without a single setback.
Three days had passed since that premiere night.
When Brandon pulled into the apartment complex across from Millie’s that evening, something tugged at his instincts.
He couldn’t place it at first, so he moved to the window and pulled the curtains aside.
Across the street, the balcony that usually held Millie’s laundry was now spotless, the lines bare.
A crease formed between his brows. Scanning lower, he realized the men Myron kept stationed nearby for Millie’s protection were nowhere to be seen.
What exactly was going on?
Had the two of them fallen out?
The idea sparked an uninvited surge of hope.
If they’d fought, maybe Millie had finally seen another side of Myron, and maybe, just maybe, it would end things between them.
That flicker of satisfaction died the moment the lights in her apartment blinked.
From his window, Brandon spotted two unfamiliar faces entering the unit.
What in the world?
The sight didn’t add up.
Why would strangers be in Millie’s place?
Burglars crossed his mind, but the thought dissolved just as quickly, since they had walked in far too casually for that. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ
The man was gesturing toward the rooms, pointing out the living room, bedroom, and kitchen.
It was starting to feel more like a property showing than a break-in.
And then…
Under the bright lights, Brandon saw that the living room was stripped of Millie’s belongings, the space now tidy and empty, as if no one had lived there in weeks. His frown deepened, and he turned on his heel, heading straight out the door toward the building across the street.
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