Chapter 844
Chapter 844:
Myron froze mid-step, his head turning slightly to regard Brandon with calculating eyes.
The implications crashed over him in waves—Brandon was offering to share Millie, proposing to become her hidden companion, her shadow lover when the main act couldn’t perform.
The very suggestion ignited something territorial and fierce within Myron’s chest, a possessiveness he refused to acknowledge.
His attention shifted to Millie, searching her face for any crack in her resolve, any hint of wavering.
She stood like marble, offering neither word nor expression, simply meeting Myron’s searching eyes before moving past him toward freedom.
Brandon might as well have been invisible—she didn’t spare him even the mercy of a final look.
The door clicked shut with devastating finality. Brandon slumped against the floor, his strength completely drained.
He stared at that closed barrier, wearing a smile twisted by pure anguish as tears transformed his face into a masterpiece of devastation.
Even when he had offered to accept scraps of her love, Millie had rejected his desperate plea.
The dancing shadows of outdoor trees painted prison bars across his huddled form, and Brandon squeezed his eyes shut against the overwhelming torment that consumed him.
Myron guided Millie back to their waiting vehicle, his protective hand hovering near her elbow.
Once they had settled into the plush leather seats of the back compartment, the driver smoothly pulled away from the curb, steering them toward the familiar towers of Elliott Mansion.
Exhaustion settled over Millie like a heavy blanket, and she allowed her head to sink back against the headrest, her eyelids fluttering closed.
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Myron studied her serene profile, words burning on his tongue that he couldn’t quite bring himself to speak aloud.
Anxiety gnawed at the edges of his thoughts, persistent and sharp.
He understood that Brandon had once showered her with genuine affection and devotion.
He remained painfully aware of the seven years they had woven together—a tapestry of shared experiences that he could never hope to replicate or surpass. She had conceived Brandon’s children twice, creating bonds that transcended mere romance and entered the sacred territory of shared creation.
The terrifying possibility that Millie might surrender to compassion and accept Brandon’s degrading offer sent ice through Myron’s veins.
Myron realized his desires had evolved—grown more demanding with each passing season.
In the distant past, simply observing her from a distance had satisfied the hunger in his chest.
Later, witnessing Brandon’s cruelty had sparked his need to shelter and protect her. That need had grown into a determination to replace Brandon entirely, to step into the space he’d vacated.