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"That's okay. I can go on my own," Millie said, turning Simon down."I think I should go with you. See you!" Simon didn't give Millie the chance to turn him down a second time and hung up.Millie helplessly put her phone back down and realized Winston was still holding onto her."Mr. Greer, it's not very polite to keep holding onto me," she reminded him nicely.They were already exes. It wasn't nice to be so touchy, especially not in public.If Joanna spotted him, she would probably cry and make another fuss."Are you really going to date Simon?" Winston asked, sounding frustrated."Watch yourself. That's none of your business," Millie said as she pushed his hand off her in disgust.What should she do if her ex-husband was still worried about her? "Millie, he's not a good guy," Winston reminded her out of kindness.Millie chuckled. "I already loved the most evil guy in the world. Why would I worry about Simon?"Winston was stunned silent.Was he the most evil guy on earth?

"What are you doing here, Winston?" Millie looked at the man in front of her suspiciously.Expressionlessly, Winston replied, "Am I unwelcome?"He could tell by Millie's change of expression that not only was he unwelcome, but he was also putting her in a bad mood. Was she disappointed that he had been the one standing outside and not Simon?Julia suddenly called out, "Millie, what's wrong?""Nothing! Simon's here. Bye!" As she spoke, she began to pull Winston out with her.He frowned and looked at Millie, who looked completely unruffled after lying to her family. "So I'm Simon now?" he asked her."If you're not afraid of getting chased out with a broom by my dad, feel free to announce who you actually are!" Millie glared at Winston, feeling disgusted. Winston fell silent.That really sounded like something Terrence might do.Millie only let him go when they left the front gates. "What are you doing here again?""It's been three days, hasn't it? I'm bringing you to the hospi

Millie watched with confusion as Winston circled and climbed inside the car. She pondered if he was trying to intimidate her, and since when had she become the obstacle preventing their divorce? The situation was so absurd that it was laughable. Simon, who was standing by the car, observed Winston with a puzzled expression. After a brief moment, he crossed his arms and leaned against the vehicle, letting out a resigned chuckle. Was Winston truly in love with Millie, or was this some sort of game? Recognizing that confronting Winston directly would lead nowhere, Millie opted for a softer approach. She flashed a radiant smile and said sincerely, "Mr. Greer, I appreciate your concern. But since Simon is here, it wouldn't be polite to let him leave on his own, would it?" Winston lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Millie's captivating ones. Her smile was as enchanting as a gentle breeze. "Would you rather let me go alone?" Winston moved closer, his intense gaze fixed on Millie

"Win, Mills?" Joanna's voice echoed from behind. Millie and Winston turned, finding Joanna in her white coat with a cup of coffee in hand. Her face briefly stiffened seeing the scene, her lips pressing into a thin line. Mille and Winston together explained why he hadn't answered her calls earlier—he was with Millie. Joanna wondered if he was still hung up on his ex. "Did I interrupt?" she asked, her smile tainted with bitterness. Quickly, Winston explained, "No, Millie hurt her hand at the banquet a few days ago. I'm taking her to her hospital appointment." Millie shot Winston a piercing look, silently condemning his two-faced behavior. Joanna offered a strained smile, her irritation barely concealed. "Thanks to Mills that day, otherwise—" "He's lying," Millie interjected, halting Joanna's words. Winston's eyes narrowed at Millie, wondering what she was up to. Raising her chin, Millie flashed Winston a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Joanna, kee

"Everyone, please welcome Millie Caldwell, our newest member in the department. Let's take a moment to get to know her." Taking a moment to sip her water, Lainey then turned her attention to Millie. Millie had her hair neatly pinned up, complemented by a light pink blouse beneath her white coat, exuding a calm and professional aura.The team responded with applause, welcoming Millie warmly. However, Yoel's reaction was lukewarm at best. He shot her a brief, disapproving glance, muttering, "Does Dr. Lloyd think we need another decorative addition? One was more than sufficient." Before anyone could respond, Joanna walked in. Yoel's slight headache escalated at her arrival. One was already a handful, but adding another seemed excessive. After all, they had a fixed number of doctors, right? Millie's gaze met Joanna's, serene and composed. Joanna's expression, however, conveyed a different sentiment. "Following department tradition, shouldn't new members treat us to a meal?"