Semua Bab She's Out of Your League Now: Bab 811 - Bab 820

"Millie, we need to have a serious talk. This seems like a good time, don't you think?" He slid a full wine glass toward her, his expression serious.Millie smiled, wondering if he was trying to get her drunk. "Mr. Greer, I don't drink with sick people. If you die today, I won't know how to explain it."She was reminding Winston of his stomach issues. Though her words were harsh, he sensed she didn't want to drink with him because she was worried about his illness."Don't worry. If you die, no one will blame you." Winston downed the glass in one gulp.Millie was quiet and avoided eye contact. Winston poured himself a glass of wine and asked the waiter for more. Eventually, Millie couldn't resist and joined him for a drink.She watched the brightly lit dance floor. The soft music allowed conversations to flow. Everyone enjoyed themselves while dancing closely, igniting an atmosphere rich with intimacy and excitement. As Millie enjoyed the moment, Winston said, "Millie, I need to

Winston's voice was hoarse as the liquor burned his throat. "Millie, we just missed each other. My mistake has cost us so many years. Don't let it happen again."Life is filled with countless intersections. Luckily, they were still traveling the same path. Yet, at the next crossroads, he realized that while he might still be present, Millie would not wait for him. From that moment onward, their journeys would diverge, taking them further apart until they would never meet again.Millie shook her head, looking unhappy and lost in thought.Winston positioned himself in front of Millie, holding her wrist to prevent her from leaving. He said sincerely, "Don't miss it again. Forgive me, Millie. We can build a wonderful life together. Millie, I promise to make you happy."However, Millie found it difficult to accept his sincerity. If he had expressed it during their three years of marriage, she might have been filled with extreme joy. However, that was no longer an option. Her heart h

The waiter was stunned, wondering why Millie returned after just leaving.Millie assisted Winston in exiting the bar just as a sharp gust of cold wind swept through, causing both of them to shiver simultaneously. Millie frowned and adjusted Winston's coat. The wind felt bone-chilling. Without hesitation, she called a cab and got Winston inside.She entered the cab immediately after him and said softly, "Redwood Residence. Thank you."The driver curiously glanced at Millie. Both she and Winston had been drinking and couldn't drive, so they needed a cab. Although they rarely used cabs, mentioning Redwood Residence always drew extra attention.Winston leaned back and looked at Millie. The car was going slowly. Noticing his gaze, Millie lowered the window to let in some fresh air to make him feel more comfortable.Winston drank a lot alone, especially after Millie's friends came over. His eyes darkened as he reached out to touch Millie, but he hesitated. He turned to look out the w

"It's late, and you've been drinking. It's not safe for you to go home alone." Winston got up, leaning on the back of the couch for support. He was clearly very drunk, struggling to stand steadily.Millie watched him and straightened her sleeves, saying, "Rest well. Don't worry about me.""Do you really have to go? You've lived here before. This place could always be yours…" Winston's voice grew increasingly profound.Millie quietly put on her jacket, indicating it was time to leave. She corrected him, saying, "This place has never belonged to me."She once felt like someone who had been forgotten, but now she felt like an outsider. This place had never truly been hers.Winston didn't believe it and stopped her. "Why are you so stubborn?"Millie glared at him in silence. She wasn't being stubborn. She was just recognizing the facts and knowing her position."This place was yours once, and it is still yours now. What do you mean that it never belonged to you?" Winston was baffled

Millie was surprised by Winston's words, as three months were not a short time at all. She smiled wryly. "And how do you convince me you'll let go after three months?"Was that even feasible for Winston, a man who had just walked back on his words from yesterday? Millie had no trust in him whatsoever."Millie, I hope I'm not that untrustworthy in your eyes," he said indignantly through gritted teeth.She said nothing. Lowering his head, he said calmly, "My gastric is acting up. I'm not going to talk anymore."He had said and done whatever he could. The ball was now in Millie's court.Winston turned and made his way to the dining hall. The pasta had gone cold, which was rather fitting after he lamented about how he never got the chance to enjoy her cooking.He took his seat and ran his fork through the pasta. Millie watched him with a conflicted expression as she mused over his suggestion of the three-month agreement.Winston looked up with reddened eyes that were filled with pai