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

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“We’re about to divorce, and I’m ready to move forward. But why does it still hurt so much?” Millie asked with a frown, trying to seek answers from Rachel.

Would Rachel understand the shockwave that swept through her when she witnessed Joanna hugging and acting coyly with Winston? All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“Mills, you just need time,” Rachel comforted her.

Millie loved Winston so much and would give up everything for him. This kind of affection wasn’t something that would fade away overnight.

“But Rach…” Millie’s tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably as she said aggrievedly, “He never chose me.

“When Joanna and I fell, he protected her. He said he’d send me home, but he immediately left me alone when she appeared. Whenever Joanna is hurt, he’ll blame

1. me.

And yet, why couldn’t she let go?

Millie was devastated and continued to pour out her pain like a child to Rachel.

“It hurts so bad.”

Falling in love with Winston had been incredibly painful. If Millie could turn back time, she genuinely wished she had never met him.

“Rach, am I not worthy of love?”

Rachel’s heart ached as she softly consoled her, “Mills, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve been brave and passionate. You’ve done your best. It’s just that Winston isn’t the one meant for you.”

When Millie opened her eyes, her eyeliner had smudged. She appeared like a pitiful and sad kitten. “Is that true?”

Rachel gazed at her, torn between wanting to cry and laugh. “Of course, it’s true. You

deserve to be loved. I love you, don’t 17

She tried to use a tissue to dab at Millie’s makeup, but it only made things worse, smudging it darker.

“Wait here. I’ll go get a wet wipe to help clean you up,” Rachel told Millie, who nodded

in response.

Since Millie had a tendency to wander off when she had had too much to drink, Rachel repeatedly reminded her, “Don’t go anywhere! If you get lost, I won’t come looking for you.”

Millie frowned. She couldn’t help but think Rachel was being a nag.

After leaving countless reminders, Rachel hurried off to find a server for wet wipes.

Millie sat alone, leaning against the couch’s backrest. Her mind grew foggy in no time, and she had completely forgotten what Rachel had told her.

She rose and headed to the dance floor again. There, she grabbed a man to ask, “Am I not worthy of being liked?”

“Ms. Caldwell, are you okay?” the man asked with concern.

Millie was displeased with his response. She insisted, “Answer me!”

“Of course you are. Why wouldn’t you be worthy?”

Satisfied, Millie moved on to find the next person. She staggered along, her face flushed red. The smudged makeup gave her an adorable and comical appearance.

The dance floor spotlight focused on her as she crouched on the ground. Suddenly, a pair of men’s leather shoes appeared before her eyes.

up at any moment.

Her stomach churned violently as if she might throw up

All at once, silence enveloped the surroundings, and everyone took a step back.

As the alcohol numbed her senses, Millie closed her eyes before struggling to stand up. However, her abrupt movement caused her to lean forward.

She immediately felt a warm sensation on her waist. In the next second, someone held her up.

Millie frowned, her doe eyes unfocused as she glanced up. The dim lights obscured the person’s face from her view. So, she softly asked, “Do you think I’m unworthy of love?”

The man was perplexed by her question and frowned in response.

“If not, then why doesn’t the person I love feel the same way about me?”

Millie tilted her head once more. She stepped forward, and her toe touched their

black leather shoes. Everything seemed to unfold naturally.

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