She's out of Your League Now (Millie and Winston)

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Millie carefully considered Winston’s words, gazing intently at his face before replying gently, “I’m seeking a 6‘ 3” male athlete who is charming, handsome, and exceptional in bed.”

Winston sneered, startled by the obscene words coming out of Millie’s mouth. Exceptional in bed? He pinched Millie’s chin, his gaze growing icier. “Are you that lonely?”

“You’re out there having all the fun, so what’s wrong with me finding a male athlete? Is it illegal?” Millie

asked.

Winston was about to answer her question when Millie added, “Winston, men shouldn’t have double standards. If you want me to be a devoted wife and dutifully follow your lead at home, then you must adhere to the same principle.”

Winston gazed at her, rendered speechless. After a long while, he asked, “Are you complaining?”

“Yes, I am.” She was complaining that he had disappointed her for the past three years and that he seemed to be planning to divorce her, but his actions were confusing her.

He constantly gave her hope but kept disappointing her, deeply hurting her feelings. It felt like he wanted to see her suffer. She was just a regular woman, not a heartless person.

The car fell into a momentary silence. Millie gazed out the window and heard him say, “Millie, you insisted on marrying me.”

Millie immediately turned her head to look at Winston, her eyes brimming with tears. She asked, “So, do I deserve to be abandoned?”

Winston remained silent as he drove the car, visibly tense. Millie realized she had lost her composure, so she lowered her head and stopped talking. She didn’t ask about their destination until the car stopped in front of a private kitchen.

Winston stepped out of the car and opened the door for her. Millie had regained her composure and asked, “Why are we here?”

“Get out of the car.” He walked ahead after that.

Millie paused. The surroundings were quiet, with only a few shops illuminated by warm yellow lights. Millie followed.

Winston pushed open the door to the private kitchen, and a robust man in his 30s emerged. Spotting

“Mr. Greer.”

Winston, he greeted him respectfully

“No spicy food and looking back.

Safood. Everything else is fine.” Then he walked into a private room without

The man gazed at Millie and nodded. “Mrs. Greer.”

Millie was surprised that he actually knew her.

Winston stood at the door of the private room, frowning at Millie. “Why are you standing there? Come

in.”

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“We’ve just finished our dinner, and now you’re taking me to eat again?” Millie frowned, expressing her displeasure.

“Did you really eat?” He glanced at Millie, his tone accusatory. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Both of them were visibly frustrated, their tension palpable. When the man brought the plates and cutlery, he couldn’t help but wonder if the two were truly husband and wife.

Millie sat silently in the chair with her arms crossed. Winston pulled out his phone, and at that moment, Eli called. He stood up, walked toward the window, and asked seriously, “What’s the matter?”

“Mr. Greer, there is new information about what happened four years ago. A witness saw Ms. Caldwell on the beach after you were taken there.”

Winston immediately turned to look at Millie. She noticed his gaze and stared back at him with a determined look in her doe eyes, wondering why he was watching her.

Winston fowered his head and commanded in a low voice, “Go to the cell and bring out the suspect who kidnapped me.”

If he wanted to discover who had saved him, the most direct approach would be to ask the only

survivor.

“Alright. I’ll take care of it tomorrow morning!”

After the call, Winston felt conflicted because of what Eli said. A witness had seen Millie on the beach