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

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Simón hadn’t left.

The more Millie resisted, the less Winston seemed willing to let her leave the car.

“Sit tight,” he coldly warned before flooring the accelerator.

The sports car roared away, seemingly flaunting its speed to Simon.

Frustrated, Millie texted Simon an apology.

Soon came a message from him. “No worries, I was the one who was late.”

His composed response deepened Millie’s sense of regret.

Simon’s emotional steadiness made him seem like an ideal partner. Yet, her heart struggled to open up again.

Casting a fleeting glance at Winston, she noticed his furrowed brow, possibly sensing her gaze. She immediately averted her gaze toward the window.

Her emotions were a tangled mess, while her fingers nervously intertwined.

Their relationship felt complicated as if a knot impossible to untangle.

The car stopped at the hospital entrance.

Winston opened the door, and Millie shot him a sidelong glance before heading to the emergency. He trailed behind with a grave expression.

Feeling awkward, Mille stole glances at him from time to time.

“Why do you keep looking back?” Winston asked, walking alongside her.

Millie found it perplexing. She used to cherish his company everywhere she went. But now, it felt

suffocating.

Inside the examination room, the familiar doctor awaited. Millie bowed her head, letting him tend to

her wounds.

“Will she need another dressing change after this?” Winston asked.

“No, this should be the last,” the doctor replied.

After a brief pause, Winston asked again, “Will there be any scarring?”

“They’re minor wounds. There shouldn’t be any,” the doctor responded.

Hearing his words, Winston seemed somewhat relieved.

However, Millie’s glare held a trace of bitterness. Scars didn’t intimidate her, for she bore plenty already.

The nurse’s sudden knock broke the silence. “Dr. Dawson, there’s someone outside looking for you.”

The doctor was poised to ask the visitor to wait when Winston signaled with a nod, urging him to

leave.

As Millie was about to assure them she’d be fine for a moment, Winston approached, sitting beside

her. “Let me see.”

Intrigued yet hesitant, Millie offered her hand.

With gentle care, Winston attended to the doctor’s unfinished work. His touch was both meticulous and tender.

As she observed him, memories flooded Millie’s mind of high school days when he’d often turned to her for wound care.

“You could manage this yourself too, you know,” she couldn’t help but remark.

He hummed in acknowledgment, his sincere gaze intensifying his charm.

“But every time you get into a fight, you come to me,” Millie said, her eyes betraying a trace of bitterness.

Despite having other options, he always chose to find her. It once made her think Winston from back then genuinely cared for her.

But that wasn’t the case. It was merely to spare Joanna’s pristine white dresses from his bloodstained state.

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Feeling the weight of this realization, Millie murmured, “Winston, you always make me endure.”

He met her gaze briefly but said nothing.

By the time the doctor returned, Millie’s wounds were cared for.

“It’s nothing serious. Avoid spicy food and seafood, and keep the bandages dry during the scabbing phase,” the doctor advised.

Millie nodded. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. By the way, I heard you’re joining the cardiac surgery department?” the doctor added casually.

Winston’s eyes snapped to Millie. Was she joining the hospital? How had he missed this?

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As Millie prepared to report for duty, she had no time for their drama. She figured out that even if she couldn’t win a man, she should conquer her career.

Joanna’s gaze bore into Winston, her grip on the coffee cup tightening. She bit her lip, and her eyes shimmered on the brink of tears.

“Win, if what Mills says is true, I’m out,” Joanna declared, turning to make her exit.

Left speechless, Winston could only watch her leave.

Millie had certainly stirred the pot. Without delay, he texted her, “You troublemaker!”

In the elevator, Millie chuckled at Winston’s text.

Had Joanna really left without another word? It seemed so, or Winston wouldn’t have had the chance to text her.

Millie shot back, “Mr. Greer, just doing a bit of matchmaking for you and Ms. Lowell. You’re welcome.”

“Millie, you’re insane!” came Winston’s reply.

He couldn’t fathom her calling this matchmaking. She was clearly fanning the flames of drama. Moreover, she was still his wife. How could she encourage him to connect with another woman?

Winston was beyond furious.

Millie’s text followed. “Glad you see it. Best not to provoke me before our divorce is final.”

Otherwise, she might escalate, and he shouldn’t expect any peace.

Winston chose silence. Millie, on the other hand, felt rather pleased with herself. In the past, she’d been the one slighted, but now, she was giving Winston a taste of his own medicine.

The elevator doors slid open.

Millie glanced at the sign for the Cardiac Surgery Department on the thirteenth floor. She was finally

here.

With it being Monday, doctors were making their rounds. Approaching the nurse’s station, Millie saw a group exiting the office.

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