บททั้งหมดของ She's Out of Your League Now: บทที่ 861 - บทที่ 870

Winston fired at Colin's arm, and his body convulsed. But even as he lay on the ground, a twisted chuckle escaped him.The police then took Colin away. Just as Winston was about to pull the trigger again, someone stopped him. "Mr. Greer, let it go."Winston frowned deeply, his anger palpable. "Let it go? Did he ever consider letting things go earlier?" His expression turned frosty as he glared at Colin with fierce intensity."Keep him alive for me. I'll pay him a visit later," Winston added, fury blazing in his eyes.The people in the room shuddered at his words. They hastily lowered their heads and ushered out those who needed to go to the police station.Soon, silence enveloped the room, leaving only Millie and Winston. She continued her search for her bag when he approached her and grabbed her arm.Millie shook him off, demanding, "Let go of me!"Winston noticed her swollen ankle and the hole in her shirt. Tightening his grip on her arm, he gazed intently into her eyes. "Mi

Harfush's police station buzzed with chaos. The situation had spiraled, and several people had already been brought in for questioning.When Millie and Winston stepped inside, the place was in a frenzy. Every officer was occupied, too busy to even glance their way.Noticing how worn out Millie looked, Winston found her a seat and told her to rest. After that, he went to gather information on Stephen and Rafael.Millie's head hung low. Her clothes were dirty and disheveled, but Winston's jacket was draped over her shoulders. Disgust twisted her expression as she tugged at the small burn in her shirt from Colin's cigarette. Just the thought of his face made her stomach churn.Men like him, who treated women as nothing more than playthings for their own pleasure, deserved no less than death.She gritted her teeth, already imagining how she'd make him pay. If Winston hadn't shown up, Colin wouldn't have let her go. In fact, she would've been…Millie stopped herself from finishing

Millie crossed her arms and looked up at Winston. "I know. Thanks, I appreciate it. I'll treat you to a meal sometime."Winston sighed, feeling resigned. "Treat me to a meal? Isn't that a bit formal?""It's only right." Millie lowered her head before adding, "Either way, I appreciate you coming today.""Millie, this is what I'm supposed to do," he replied quietly.She glanced at him. "Winston, there's no such thing as what someone should do.""I want to take care of you. I feel like I have a responsibility to do that, Millie," Winston said, his expression inscrutable.Millie's intense gaze bore into his. "So, do you love me just because you feel responsible for me?""I've told you before, I've liked you since high school. It's not about feeling responsible for you," he explained.Frowning, he continued urgently, "Millie, I love you for who you are, for your personality. Not because you saved me. Do you understand?"Millie sighed, but deep down, she knew his feelings were still

Millie looked down and clutched her shirt. The hole in the fabric served as a reminder of everything that had just happened in Harfush. Her gaze drifted downward to her feet; even her shoes and pants were filthy. It was late, and she still hadn't returned home. She was certain Terrence must be waiting for her in the living room. If he saw her like this, he would definitely worry. After all, he was a man of status.With a sigh, Millie resigned herself to Winston's suggestion."Thank you, Mr. Greer, and I'm sorry for the trouble," she said with a gentle smile.Yet those words made Winston's heart sink, leaving him feeling disappointed. He turned to look out the window, and the conversation came to an abrupt end.Millie knew he disliked her formal address. Still, the words sometimes slipped out.…By the time they arrived at the Greer residence, it was already 3:30 am. Winston opened the door, and the lights blazed to life. He then offered Millie a pair of indoor slippers, which

Winston groaned, breathing heavily.Millie felt his palm behind her head. She gripped the towel and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?""I'm fine," he said, his voice steady despite his slightly uneven breathing.The room was enveloped in darkness, the closed curtains blocking any hint of moonlight from streaming through the window. Winston attempted to shift his hand, only to brush against her skin, causing a few drops of water to gather on his fingertips. At that moment, Millie froze, afraid to make a sound. His warm breath brushed her neck, intensifying the ambiguous atmosphere between them. Millie often thought that she would just take control and sleep with him if he didn't love her. She was convinced she could entice him with her body if she couldn't win him over through his heart. Yet, after all these years, she had achieved nothing. Unexpectedly, it was only after the divorce that he realized his feelings for her. All she needed to do was mention that she had saved him