Winston leaned against his car, smoking a cigarette. Right then, he lifted his head, and their eyes met. November's cold was biting, and the wind made the bare branches quiver. When the breeze swept through, Millie's hair fluttered against her face.Winston blew out a smoke ring and straightened his body before stubbing his cigarette in the trash. With a frown, Millie pulled her coat tighter around her. It was clear that she had no intention of acknowledging him. After that, Winston walked toward her, the faint scent of tobacco lingering in the air around him. Since he wasn't a heavy smoker, the smell wasn't overpowering. Yet, Millie still disliked it."Done with work?" he asked patiently. Millie hummed in response. She glanced at Winston and said, "What a coincidence, Mr. Greer. I'm just about to head home."She knew he had been waiting for her. However, she didn't want anything to do with him, so she tried to brush him off."I was waiting for you, and you know it. Let's g
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