Millie's lashes trembled. She was overcome with emotions.Staring at her, Winston chided her in a guttural voice, "Don't ever say that out of spite. Did you think I'd believe in that?""I don't care if you believe it or not. I'm speaking the truth," she replied, sighing.Then, she said in an airy tone, "Uncle Thomas gets along well with people; a little too well, in fact. Just ignore him if he asks you for a favor. He won't be mad at you. I'll update him about our relationship later."Winston frowned while Millie addressed him expressionlessly. He was incredibly irritated by the situation. She didn't appear to be joking. She had changed for good, and she was no longer his. He had once warned her not to trouble him. Now, he might get what he wished for.She checked the time and turned to him. "It's getting late. You should head home now.""Millie…" Winston called out to her faintly.She gazed at him and said tenderly, "Please stay out of my business, just like how I stay out
"Millie, do you not find yourself hypocritical for lying to yourself over and over?" Winston grabbed Millie's arm and fixed a sharp gaze on her.He refused to believe that the woman who was once loyal to him had now fallen in love with another man. His heart raced uncontrollably, perhaps from the bruised ego or the influence of alcohol. In contrast, Millie remained poised. She smiled tenderly. "Winston Greer, what exactly do you want?"He strengthened his grip on her arm. She maintained a smile. "Is it not your dream to finally let go of me?"He swallowed hard. The look in his eyes darkened. Right! That was what he had wanted all along.However, he was confused by his frustration when Millie stopped caring about him."Are you worried I might pester you like before?" she asked, meeting his eyes with a pained heart.Eyes flickering with mixed emotions, Winston was momentarily at a loss for words. His silence weighed heavily on her.Millie knew it. He was afraid that she'd clin
Millie's tiny waist was something to behold. Her curves swayed as she strutted; it was eye-catching."Hey, isn't she Millie Caldwell?""She is as pretty as the A-listers.""Thomas, will I ever see the day when you get her to enter the industry?"The guests gossiped and joked at Thomas and Millie.Thomas shot them a playful glare. Holding Millie's hand, he addressed everyone, "I don't think we need an introduction here."The guests laughed raucously. "Of course! Everyone knows Millie Caldwell."Millie smiled warmly at them. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry for crashing your party last minute.""Don't fret about it. Let's take a seat!" One of the producers pointed at the table, motioning Millie to sit.She nodded and settled into her seat alongside Thomas.Thomas and the producers had a discussion about the preparation for a period drama. As a company owner, Thomas attempted to win the female lead role for the artist under his company.The guests at the dinner were renowned fi
Gideon chugged the glass of vodka before Millie could finish. Smiling at her, he asked, "Have I proven my sincerity?"Arching an eyebrow, she smiled. "You have. I appreciate that, Mr. Anderson. I'll take a drink!" She raised her glass and gracefully downed the contents.Millie was no stranger to drinking culture. Besides, she wouldn't want to humiliate Thomas at a dinner he hosted.She was never a sore loser. She wouldn't foolishly cause a scene over something as insignificant as drinking and upset everyone.Thomas reminded Gideon, "Mr. Anderson, we have to talk business later. You should pace yourself."Gideon waved at him. "I know my limits."Millie also shot Thomas a reassuring look. Just like Gideon, she knew her limits."Good." Thomas nodded and cast a worried look at her."Mr. Anderson, what's your role in this project?" Millie enthusiastically engaged Gideon in conversation, and he chatted nonstop with her.During the conversation, they had a few more drinks. Most of th
Millie found it hard to believe that some people were kept in the dark about her marriage. She shuddered to imagine how Winston had been introducing himself to others. Did he describe himself as a bachelor?"Mr. Anderson, do you think my husband's support is enough if I were to join the entertainment industry?" she taunted Gideon.He smiled stiffly. Of course, Winston could afford to back her up. There was only one problem…He prodded cautiously, "Isn't his wife Joanna Lowell?"Millie's heart dropped, and the smile vanished from her face. Arching an eyebrow, she downed the alcohol in her glass and replied flatly, "Mr. Anderson, I suggest you read actual news instead of tabloid gossip."Gideon shot her a scrutinizing look before leaving in shame.When Thomas came over to check on Millie, she was drinking alone."What are you doing? Trying to get yourself drunk?" He snatched away a glass of alcohol, which she was about to drink.Sighing, she snatched it back. "Leave me alone.""
Another man emerged from the restroom. He froze as soon as he noticed Millie, wondering if he had entered the wrong place.Millie gulped and turned to leave. However, Winston hooked his arm around hers. He fixed his eyes on Millie, his gaze either intense or chillingly stern. She frowned while signaling for him to let go with her eyes. But Winston paid no heed. It seemed like he had no intention of releasing her. Right then, a man in his 20s staggered in and bumped into Millie's shoulder. The momentum caused her to collide with Winston. With a subtle retract of his arm, Winston pulled Millie into his embrace.While holding her close, they heard someone behind them exclaim, "Why is this woman in the men's restroom?"The man stumbled toward Millie as he spoke. He then reached out to grab her shoulder and intended to drag her out. Winston's expression shifted slightly. He frowned before pulling Millie backward, leaving the man's hand grasping thin air. "My apologies. She ma
Millie brushed off the spot where the man had touched her. She looked at him with an indifferent and contemptuous gaze. "Stop pestering me. Otherwise, you'll be sorry."Already irritated by Gideon's advances, Millie grew even more annoyed when his son appeared. Did they think she was some pushover? Was she to be bullied and stepped on by everyone?Just as Millie was about to leave, she heard a booming male voice from outside."Well, well, who has the nerve to try and make my son regret something?"Millie lifted her head, only to see Gideon walking in.At the sight of his father, Remy Anderson rushed over, shouting, "Dad, it's her! She's got me all worked up. I want her dead and to disappear from Yerwick!"Both Millie and Winston narrowed their eyes almost simultaneously. They couldn't believe Remy had the audacity to say such words. Gideon's gaze swept over them. Upon seeing Millie, he paused. Then, following her line of sight, his eyes fell on Winston.At that moment, the sil
"Are you concerned about who's been mistreating me, worried if I've been wrong, or… do you care about me?" Millie's voice trailed off, her last words barely audible. It was as if the wind had swept them away.Winston fell silent for a moment. Millie smiled wryly. She knew that asking that would only hurt herself. So, she calmly gave herself an out. "I get it, Mr. Greer. You're just looking out for me as an ex-husband."The elevator doors opened. After stepping in, Millie looked at Winston standing outside and realized she couldn't cross the boundary anymore. Their relationship could only end here. "Mr. Greer, are you coming?" she asked with a polite smile, as if she were speaking to a stranger.In fact, Winston's dinner wasn't over yet. He glanced at his watch. Seeing that it was almost time, he believed Eli could handle the rest.But when Millie saw him checking the time, she assumed he wasn't coming. Hence, she pressed the button to close the door.Just as they were about to
Layla said, "Even though it's soon New Year's and everyone is busy, try to be a bit more gentle! We're all elderly people here, so what's wrong with being patient?"Since you're in the service industry, you should maintain a proper attitude. If you can't even speak politely, then you shouldn't be in this line of work. I suggest you close up shop for good!"Winston squinted. That voice sounded very familiar. It seemed like Layla's voice.He quickly walked over and saw that Arthur was helping an elderly gentleman up while Layla was engaged in a debate with a young female shopkeeper."How I run my store is my business. If you want to buy something, go ahead. If not, just leave. I don't need you to tell me how to run my life!" The store owner glared at Layla while speaking with a very unfriendly tone, their voice sharp and cutting.Layla was exasperated and asked, "Don't you understand the saying that the customer is king?""What about the damn king? Just go away," the lady grumbled,
Layla said, "Look, you're really persistent, aren't you? I don't like you. Do you need me to spell it out for you?""Grandma, I want to pursue Mills. Since I want to be with Mills, I need to have everyone's approval. Right now, I'm trying hard to make everyone like me. It's part of the process that you might dislike me at first, but I can't just give up because of that. How else would I pursue Mills?" Winston said clearly.As expected of a businessman, his negotiation style was very serious and precise. Despite his gentle tone, there was still a strong sense of pressure in his eyes and demeanor.Layla moved her lips slightly. She didn't know how to get Winston to leave, so she shouted, "I don't care! Just stop bothering us here!"Winston furrowed his brows.Layla then asked Arthur to pull the cart himself.Ding! Winston's phone rang out.Arthur took the cart and quickly left with Layla.Winston stood still, watching the couple walk away, and couldn't help but sigh. The call on
"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