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

League 137

At the dining table, Selma smiled at Millie and Winston, asking, “How have you two been lately?”

“Quite well,” Winston answered.

Millie, on the other hand, kept her head down as she ate. In actuality, Selma knew exactly how things were between them.

Selma giggled and replied, “Indeed, everything seems great. I saw the news, and it made me blush!”

Millie.froze mid–bite. The thought of elders seeing photos of them passionately kissing was

unbearable.

She wished the floor would swallow her up right there and then. Millie even felt like she was being publicly shamed.

Selma served Milie some food and asked with a grin, “Mills, since you and Win have such a good relationship, when are you two planning to have a child?”

Upon hearing the question, Millie almost choked on her food. She coughed several times, and Winston quickly handed her a tissue, patting her back while looking somewhat at a loss himself.

Selma’s eyes twinkled with amusement as she observed their interaction. She couldn’t help but find them endearing.

Millie shot Winston a look, signaling him to answer the question.

Winston frowned in response. He was never good at dealing with Selma, and Millie was aware of it. On the contrary, she was good at making Selma happy.

Millie motioned for Winston to speak, and he, in return, signaled for her to take over the conversation. They exchanged meaningful glances, neither saying a word. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Selma cleared her throat slightly and asked, “What’s the matter? Are your eyes uncomfortable?”

“No,” they replied simultaneously.

“Will I ever get to see your children? Will our family have the opportunity for four generations to live together?” Selma pressed as she set her cutlery down.

Millie remained silent and simply ate with her head down.

Winston knew he had to address the issue. So, he calmly answered, “Grandma, Millie is still young. Let’s wait for a few more years.”

Selma fixed her eyes on them and let out a sigh. Just as she was about to speak again, the doorbell

rang.

In no time, the butler approached them to report, “Mrs. Greer Senior, there’s a guest outside. It’s the

daughter of the Lowell family, Ms. Joanna Lowell.

Everyone at the dining table was somewhat taken aback.

“Tell her I’m not home,” Selma instructed with displeasure.

The butler then reminded softly, “Mrs. Greer Senior, Mr. Winston’s car is right outside.”

Selma glared at Winston before saying impatiently, “Alright, fine. Let her in!”

She genuinely believed Joanna was a temptress, always showing up whenever Winston was around.

Moments later, Joanna entered with bags in hand. The sight of the three of them enjoying themselves at the dinner table unsettled her.

Nevertheless, she quickly composed herself. With a radiant smile, she politely greeted, “Mrs. Greer Senior, I’ve come to visit you.”

After saying that, her gaze fell on Millie. “Win, you and Millie are here as

But Millie didn’t even glance at Joanna. She found her excessively pretentious and lost her appetite the moment Joanna spoke.

Selma disliked her. But she was Joanna, after all. Thus, she greeted politely, “Good evening, Ms. Lowell.”

Joanna was from the Lowell family. Despite Selma’s aversion toward her, she still had to play it nice. Winston rose and walked toward Joanna. He took the bags from her hands and said indifferently, There’s no need to buy so many things next time. Grandma has everything she needs.”

Joanna glanced around and noticed the impeccably clean living room. It was evident that Millie hadn’t brought a gift.

“How could I visit Mrs. Greer Senior empty–handed? My parents taught me it’s customary to bring a gift when visiting the elderly,” she countered with a smile.

As soon as those words escaped her lips, Millie lifted her head. She indeed hadn’t brought a gift.

Joanna’s comment struck a nerve.

“Millie, did you bring a gift for Mrs. Greer Senior too? hope we didn’t

said.

buy the same thing,” Joanna

Millie looked up and finally gazed at Joanna, whose eyes were filled with provocation.

Just as she was thinking how to respond, Selma’s cold and stern voice rang out.

“Ms. Lowell, what are you talking about? Millie is my granddaughter–in–law. She’s here for a casual meal, so why would she bring a gift?”

Joanna’s expression darkened instantly. She couldn’t help but think Selma’s words conveyed an underlying message.

Selma chuckled lightly and added, “As a guest, bringing a gift really reflects the Lowells‘ excellent upbringing.”