In the ward, Simon stood by the bed and asked Terrence, "Mr. Caldwell, did the doctor say anything about Mr. Caldwell Senior?""He's fine now." Terrence sighed before adding, "He just needs to be more careful from now on. He should avoid stress and not get too worked up."Simon nodded slightly. "Mr. Caldwell, my father was supposed to come with me. But he had to go on an unexpected business trip, so he sent me instead. I hope you don't mind.""Don't be silly. Of course, I don't mind," Terrence replied while waving his hand.Then, he told Simon, "I'll ask Mills to book us a table later. Let's have dinner together."Simon looked at Millie, standing by the window with her arms crossed. Her eyes were glued to the black Porsche outside. Winston hadn't left yet. Millie lowered her head, feeling troubled. "Millie!" Terrence called out to her.Only then did Millie lift her head and retract her gaze. "Huh?""What's on your mind?" Terrence asked, glaring at her. He wondered if Winst
Terrence scoffed in response. Trust her? Millie's vows were utterly useless. When she married Winston, she had confidently declared that she wouldn't lose. But in the end, she was still defeated."Shoo! I'll take care of Grandpa. You should head to work. Besides, you being here just annoys me!" Terrence grumbled while pushing Millie away.Millie chuckled and said a few flattering words before leaving for work. She was aware that her father often expressed the opposite of what he meant.Terrence loved her so much. How could he possibly find her annoying? In fact, since Millie was young, he had never pushed her to pursue a specific career path, like becoming a designer or a renowned doctor. All he ever wanted was for her to be happy, healthy, and safe.Unfortunately, her life had become a complete mess.…That night, Rachel asked Millie out for dinner."Hey, superstar! Why do you have so much free time today?" Millie teased.Rachel pulled out a chair and gestured for Millie to
The man adjusted his glasses, looked up, and saw Millie. Millie was stunningly attractive; wherever she went, heads turned. Her charisma would light up any room she entered."Millie, what are you doing here?" James Davis hurriedly rose, pulled out a chair, and motioned for her to sit.Millie obediently answered, "Mr. Davis, I was having dinner with a friend and happened to run into Paisley."James laughed heartily upon hearing that. "Well, isn't this a fortunate coincidence?""Mr. Davis, have you been busy lately? How are you feeling?"James patted his arm and declared, "Ever since you gave me that acupuncture treatment, I've been feeling fantastic!""Remember to exercise more, Mr. Davis," Millie reminded him.James immediately nodded in agreement. He then pulled her toward a seat, saying, "I got it. Now, sit down and have something with us!""No, thank you. I just came over to say hello," Millie declined with an apologetic smile.But James insisted, "If you don't take a sea
Millie had guessed it right."Is it really you?" she asked with a frown. She struggled to suppress her shock but managed to maintain a composed facade.Winston hummed in response, swirling his wine glass as he observed Millie in amusement. Millie couldn't believe it. So, she turned to look at James, who awkwardly nodded. Indeed, this time around, there were no stronger competitors than Winston and Simon. Now, James was caught in a dilemma. Should he grant the land to Winston or Simon?In truth, it didn't matter to whom he gave it. He believed both men would make full use of the land. The problem was that Greer Group had a well-established system and didn't require assistance. Harrison Corporation, on the other hand, had the growth potential. Hence, James reckoned he should help a company like that. However, supporting Harrison Corporation might offend Winston. James was puzzled, too. Initially, when this land was first made available, Greer Group showed no interest. Yet, a
Millie frowned in anger, demanding in a hushed tone, "Are you threatening me?"James and Paisley quickly rose to see them off. With a forceful kick, the private room door slammed shut, separating them. Winston lowered his head to gaze at the woman in his arms, his eyes growing colder. "Good for you to realize that."Millie tried to struggle. She wanted to free herself from his embrace, but Winston held her even tighter. She frowned, and suddenly, realization dawned upon her. "Greer Group doesn't even need that land. You're deliberately targeting Simon, aren't you?" Millie questioned."Deliberately targeting him? He's not even worthy of that!" Winston spat, his voice sharp with disdain.Millie glared at him. "Let go of me!"Yet, Winston paid no heed to her request and pressed the elevator button. When a server saw him, he respectfully greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Greer.""Let go now!" Millie felt increasingly annoyed. Finally, when the elevator doors opened, Winston released h
Consumed with rage, Winston couldn't help but lash out at the sight of the man. "Piss off!"His tone was fierce enough to make Millie's shoulders quiver. She even felt somewhat sorry for that man. The man opened his mouth to speak. However, after being abruptly silenced by Winston's outburst, he swiftly turned and left.Millie shoved Winston away and flashed him a carefree smile before saying, "You know I dare to do it."With that, she pressed the elevator button to go down to the first floor.Winston watched as her shoulder lightly brushed against his. When her hair fell on his shoulder, it revealed her collarbones. Her sensual figure was partially visible, causing his throat to feel parched and scorched.Winston then grabbed Millie's wrist. She looked up defiantly at him. "Is there something else you need, Mr. Greer?"Winston's breathing was labored. Her repeated use of "Mr. Greer" echoed in his ears. When did this title become so infuriating?He took a step forward, pushing
Upon hearing what he said, Millie felt a lump form in her throat. She couldn't bear it any longer, and in the next instant, tears welled up in her eyes.Winston's humiliation was even more suffocating than his lack of love.Seeing Millie on the verge of tears, Winston felt a sense of satisfaction. It was as if he had emerged victorious from a war. "Why are you crying? Do you think I've mistreated you?"Winston lifted Millie's chin and stared into her eyes. He seemed fierce, a stark contrast to the gentleman he once was. "Millie, bear with it. You brought this on yourself!" As soon as those words escaped his lips, his kisses fell relentlessly. The tension in the car was palpable, and Millie gasped for air as his kisses overwhelmed her.Her body went rigid. She felt as though the warmth radiating from him was almost burning her. Winston's remark echoed in her mind. Indeed, she had brought this on herself. She shouldn't have fallen in love or gotten involved with him. She was
Winston's warm hand pressed against Millie's body as he leaned in to warn her, "Millie, listen carefully. Until we sign those divorce papers, you'll act like Mrs. Greer and stop causing trouble. If you dare to cheat on me…" He narrowed his eyes as his voice trailed off, his gaze filled with menace.Millie's hands, resting by her sides, slowly clenched into fists. She then heard him say, "Don't blame me for being ruthless."Of course, she knew how heartless Winston could be. His ruthlessness wasn't limited to her alone. If she provoked him, the entire Caldwell family would bear the consequences. "But Winston, aren't you overestimating yourself?" Millie countered. She would never allow him to harm the Caldwells. Did he genuinely think she was someone to be trifled with? Millie was only weak when it came to matters of the heart. If Winston dared to lay a finger on her family, she wouldn't spare him."Millie, you're well aware of my capabilities," Winston said, his gaze turning
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Winston finally had a moment to ask how he was doing.Arthur nodded. His demeanor toward Winston seemed a bit more gentle than before.Layla sighed. "There's too many people. Let's all slow down a bit.""Okay," Arthur said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine.""You're getting older, and a fall could be life-threatening," Layla said anxiously, holding onto Arthur's arm tightly. "Hold onto me, alright?""If I hold onto you, I'll end up pulling you down as well if I fall!" Arthur grumbled.Layla said, "I don't care. Just hold onto me.""Okay, I'll hold on to you," Arthur relented.Winston was quietly following them from behind and couldn't help but smile himself. This was pretty nice.Who wouldn't envy a relationship that stayed this loving and affectionate all the way until old age?"Should we buy some candy?" Layla said, pointing at the candy in front of them.Arthur said, "Okay."Whatever she wanted, he would agree. The two of them acted both harmo
"She's been hurt so badly, almost losing her life, yet he said she's fortunate. Clearly, he's the fortunate one! If he leaves our Mills, where else is he going to find a girl as wonderful and sweet as her?"Arthur nodded in agreement, playing along like a sidekick. "Exactly, that's what I'm saying!"He spoke a bit louder than usual, clearly aiming his words at Winston.Of course, Winston surely understood what they were thinking.He nodded. "Grandma is right. It was definitely me aiming too high. So if I get another chance, I will definitely treat Millie well.""Hmph! Men are all talk!" Layla had long seen through Winston's ways.Winston was at a loss for words.It didn't take long to reach the entrance of the supermarket.There were a lot of people present because of New Year's Day shopping.After Layla got sick once, her health had significantly worsened. Additionally, with one of her hands not working well, she appeared a bit flustered when she and Arthur entered the superm
"Dear, could you give me a hand?" Layla asked. "Oh no, why is this step so slippery?"The next day, Winston sat in his car, watching as the elderly couple came out of the Caldwell residence.Arthur held the shopping cart in his hand, and the two of them were all geared up, ready to go out shopping.Winston got out of the car. The elderly couple happened to see Winston at that moment.Arthur and Layla exchanged glances. Layla spoke up first. "Mills is not here!""I understand. I'm not looking for Mills." Winston approached and stopped in front of them. "Grandma, Mills should have mentioned it to you. I was thinking of spending the Spring Festival with you and her."Layla reacted as if she had just heard a joke, saying bluntly, "When you were married, we never saw you spend the Spring Festival with her. "Now that you two have nothing to do with each other, why are you coming to spend the Spring Festival with her? She has family; she doesn't need you to spend the Spring Festival w
Even though Winston wasn't eating, he was really good at paying and carrying things.Millie felt a strong sense of nostalgia for her own college days as she watched the university students eating.She wished she could go back to high school or maybe even college.She had seen many novels where the main female character went back to high school, and in each of these stories, she no longer loved the male lead when she returned back in time.If she went back to high school…"What are you thinking about? You're about to walk into the wall." Winston interrupted Millie's thoughts and pulled her closer to him.Millie really had almost bumped into a wall."Nothing." She smiled at Winston.Winston raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.The light from the food trucks shone on him and cast an indescribable sense of fate about him.He didn't belong here. Millie felt an increasingly strong urge to take him out of the scene immediately.Millie felt that if she went back to high school
"Hey, young lady, would you like to try some beef organs?" a vendor selling snacks asked Millie while preparing the food. "You're such a pretty girl, and your boyfriend is quite handsome too!"Millie and Winston exchanged a glance.Millie shook her head and was about to say she didn't want any.But Winston simply said, "I'll take two."Millie gave Winston a questioning look.Winston said to her, "I wasn't planning on buying it either, but she called me your boyfriend. With her having such good taste, shouldn't I buy two to show some support?"The vendor laughed heartily.Millie pressed her lips together and moved her mouth slightly. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.The vendor said, "It seems like I was right. If I had mentioned the word husband, then would you have bought out my whole car?"Winston nodded. "I'm considering it. However, I don't think she'd approve."The vendor laughed heartily and said, "You all look unfamiliar, so you probably aren't from the school
Millie was the type of person who stood firm on what she wanted, regardless of who was around. No setbacks or hardships could affect her.Winston thought about this and felt even more heartache for Millie. He was the one who turned the brave and passionate girl, someone who never cared about what others thought, into the cold person she was now.He felt that loving someone was akin to taking care of a flower. He had watched as a beautiful tulip transformed into a rose covered in thorns."Winston?"He heard Millie's voice close by.Winston turned his head and saw Millie frowning. "What are you thinking about? Let's go?""Not going to watch for a bit longer?" he asked."I've seen this fountain so many times. What's so special about it?" Millie remarked with a clear voice, glancing at the fountain.Winston smiled but didn't say anything.In the past, every time she was there, she would always use excuses like "I haven't seen enough" or "Let's watch the fountain a little longer" t
"Hey there, could you help me take a picture?" Millie was looking around when someone suddenly called out to her.Millie turned around to see a tall boy holding a camera. Behind him, there was a girl waiting.Millie nodded and was about to take the camera to help with taking a picture.Winston suddenly asked, "Can I help""Huh?" The boy paused. He looked at both of them and then said with a smile, "Alright then…"However, he was clearly hesitant.Millie chuckled and said, "Let me handle it. I might be a bit more skilled than Mr. Greer is."Winston shrugged and didn't say anything else.Millie stepped forward with a camera in her hand. The two students stood next to each other. They maintained an appropriate distance, suggesting they weren't close. The girl wore a dress layered with a coat, which made her look stylish.Millie observed the two individuals. She could tell that the boy had feelings for the girl, for he was being very cautious.The girl was smiling sweetly at the
The man was wearing a loose sweatshirt with black pants. On top of that, he wore a long padded coat. His tall stature made him stand out among the other students. He looked even more like a student because of his outfit.Millie was a bit surprised when the person happened to look up in her direction. The two of them stood gazing at each other from across a wide asphalt road.Millie walked over and asked, "What are you doing here?"Winston pressed his lips together and didn't answer her question. Instead, he asked her, "Why are you here so late?""I asked you first." Millie looked up at him, determined to get an answer."Just trying to revisit some memories," he said calmly. He ran a hand through his hair before putting both hands in his pockets.Millie hummed in acknowledgment."What about you? You're not from the University of Yerwick, are you?" he laughed.Millie looked at him with a calm expression, as if nothing could really stir her interest."I have quite a few memories
Millie felt guilty, squeezing the orange in her hand so hard it was almost about to burst. She mumbled softly, "I mean, is it alright that Winston also came to the Spring Festival?"Layla placed the items on the table, then sat down on the couch and asked, "Why? Doesn't he have a home to go to?"Millie hesitated. That was a tricky question to answer."Got kicked out by the Greer family?" She eyed Millie with an intense gaze that was overwhelming and quite fierce.Millie didn't dare speak, but she still had to answer, "No."Layla gave a cold smile and immediately asked, "So why isn't he going back to his own home for New Year's Day and instead coming to ours? Is he crazy?""Grandma, he…" Millie wanted to explain."I don't agree," Layla stated flatly, dismissing any further explanations.Millie choked up and quietly looked over at Arthur.Arthur's expression grew more serious, as if he agreed with what Layla had said, and he turned his attention to the television."You're not e