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

League 34

“Thank you so much for today. There was a small hiccup in the middle, so I apologize for any inconvenience!”

Millie apologized furiously in front of the Caldwell Villa.

Simon reclined on his car and raised a brow casually. He said, “As long as you’re happy, none of it

matters.”

Millie smiled, her eyes curving upward. “Thank you!”

Simon said, “No problem. Don’t let your mood be affected by some unimportant people.”

She nodded and agreed. “Alright. See you around, Simon.”

Simon hummed and left in his car.

Millie remained standing by the door until Simon’s car faded from sight. Only then did she shake her arms out and decide to return home.

It was rare to see such a chivalrous and elegant man.

It was a shame that she was too horrible. She wasn’t good enough for him.

Just as Millie was about to go home, a familiar voice rang out behind her, “Millie.”

His voice was hoarse, but it seemed to carry a heady warmth that burnt a hole in her heart.

Milile turned immediately. She saw a black Maybach parked nearby. Winston was leaning on the car, staring at her darkly.

She had been focused on saying goodbye to Simon just now. She hadn’t realized there was someone

there.

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Why was he here?

The expression on Millie’s face turned dark. Annoyance took over.

Winston took in the expression on her face. He swallowed, and his gaze turned icy.

Was she that unhappy to see him?

Just now, she’d smiled extremely sweetly in front of Simon.

“Do you need anything?” Millie was indifferent.

To Winston, she sounded as though she was talking to a complete stranger.

Winston stared at Millie with unreadable eyes. He said nothing and merely fixed his gaze on her.

When did looking at her become a luxury?

Mellie felt uncomfortable by his stare. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

Didn’t he hate her? Why was he looking at her like that now?

“Mr. Greer, if there’s nothing you need from me, I’ll go home first. Millie’s voice hardened.

Winston gulped. Upon hearing that she wanted to go home, he said, “When did you meet Simon?”

Millie smiled. The light from the street lamp streamed onto her and lengthened her shadow. Her face was gentle and gorgeous. Her beauty was indescribable.

“Are you surprised?” she asked.

Winson frowned and asked yet again, “When did you meet him?”

Millie knew him well. He was a stubborn man. If he didn’t get an answer to his question, he would keep pressing for it. Plus, he looked drunk.

“We met on a blind date,” Millie answered.

Winston frowned. A blind date? Did that mean they didn’t know each other before? So she didn’t agree to get a divorce because of Simon?

Winston pursed his lips and looked down to hide a smile. He patted his pocket, looking for cigarettes. However, when he looked at Millie, his movements stopped.

“Do you

like him?”

Millie didn’t answer. She said coldly, “Mr. Greer, it’s late. You should go back and rest.”

Winston widened his eyes. Why wasn’t she answering his question?

Had she fallen for Simon within two days? Was she going to get engaged with him?

He walked toward Millie. When she turned to walk away, he caught her wrist and pinned her to the

wall beside the door. With her back against the wall, she looked at him.

He blocked out all the light in front of her. He bent down, his silhouette blurry. His eyes were dark. Hoarsely, he commanded, “Answer my question.

Millie could smell the alcohol on him.

He’d drank alcohol, and quite a lot of it.

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