Millie shrugged off Winston's words with a smile. Then, she went to the bathroom to wash up.
Winston didn't further impose himself on Millie, and he left for the first floor.
In the guest room, Millie tied her hair into a ponytail and slipped on a white dress. Looking ladylike, she went to the first floor, where she saw Winston fretting in the kitchen.
She asked, "Is a sandwich and milk fine for you?"
"Of course." Winston couldn't have possibly complained. He was just glad to have someone preparing breakfast for him.
"Someone took photos of us when we got home. I called a friend to take the news down, but it didn't work. Mr. Greer, can you please take the news down?" she suddenly asked.
Winston looked up in surprise. He brushed it off. "It's just a headline."
She smiled. "But it bothers me that I was seen with my ex-husband instead of a new guy."
She didn't mind being reported on if she were caught going to bars and having fun with a new lover. But being seen with Winston was n
