She's out of Your League Now (Millie and Winston)

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The man was baffled and immediately replied, “I–I was only kidding. Did you take it seriously?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I? I’ve always taken things seriously since I was a little girl.” Millie picked up a wine glass and sipped on its

contents.

She recalled how Winston defended, carried, and made all sorts of gentle gestures toward Joanna. That enraged her to no end.

Was she really worse than Joanna? And how so? Why did Winston. always see her as an eyesore?

“How could you be so petty, Millie? It’s no wonder Winston dislikes you!” the man thundered.

Millie looked at him. The mention of Winston poked her in a sensitive spot.

How dare these people call her petty? They would’ve reacted negatively if she hadn’t saved Patrick earlier.

They wouldn’t have spared her if she asked them to, would they? Of course not! They would only stomp on her dignity harder and cast her into more torture.

Since that was the case, what right did they have to call her petty?

Millie smashed the wine glass onto the ground beside the man’s feet. Her eyes narrowed frostily at him. “I’ll help you kneel since you refuse.”

With that, she took out another fountain pen.

The crowd rose to a clamor, wondering what she was doing now.

As for the man, he felt a sense of foreboding. After all, he had seen how Millie stabbed Patrick’s neck with the fountain pen earlier.

She did it fast and mercilessly, yet there wasn’t any blood. Her killer movements were almost undetectable. The thought of it scared the man as he gulped and stepped back

Millie’s eyes fixed on the man ahead while she twirled the fountain pen between two fingers. She took her time and moved lazily. At the same time, her eyes gleamed with malice, and her words drawled charmingly. “Did you know that while I can use this to save a life, I can also kill with it?”

Chills tingled the man’s spine once he heard that.

“So, I’ll give you three seconds to think it through. Will you kneel, or …” Millie’s right foot left the high chair she sat on. Her eyes were still on the man, and the tip of her foot was about to touch the ground.

That was when a loud thud sounded. The man had knelt willingly. and at once. He bowed his upper body parallel to the ground as his cries filled the air. “You’re a living god! You truly are! It was my fault. for assuming otherwise. I know that now. I was stupid and ignorant for not knowing your incredible abilities. Please spare me this once. I beg of you!”

He couldn’t stop begging, and even his legs trembled beneath him.

The man had made vicious comments earlier when Millie was rescuing Patrick. Yet, he now behaved like an utter coward.

Millie turned to look at her surroundings. The darkness radiating from her eyes seemed to say, “Is anyone else unhappy with me?”

Silence befell the scene. Everyone observed without daring to speak as if watching a movie. After all, who would dare disobey upon seeing her threat?

Millie seldom showed her face in public since marrying Winston. She never reacted, even when Winston and Joanna acted like a

loving couple. So, everyone assumed Millie was a useless pushover, spoiled rotten by the Caldwell family.

But now, how could one associate this arrogant lady with the term pushover“?

Millie stood after no one spoke.

Everyone immediately stepped back once they saw that.

Millie chuckled at their behavior. Were they that afraid of her? It affirmed her belief that one shouldn’t appear too weak in others‘

eyes.

She approached the man, who looked up at her. Then, she put a foot on his head and forced him to touch the ground. Her gaze lowered onto him as she sneered, “This is how you grovel and prove your sincerity.”

After saying that, she left without sparing him another glance.

Henry watched Millie leave. He couldn’t help shaking his head and chuckling. Once again, she had made him see her in a new light.

Millie leaned against the elevator wall in exhaustion.

The doors opened when the screen indicated she was on the first floor. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Millie straightened herself and barely took a few steps before her foot hurt. Irritated, she removed her heels and carried them as she walked out. She couldn’t care less about the curious looks coming her way.

It had started to rain outside at some point.

Millie tilted her head upward, allowing raindrops to land on her cheeks. The dim lighting shined onto her face and gave her the

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appearance of an ethereal beauty.

After exiting a situation where she had the upper hand, Millie suddenly felt like she was indescribably crumbling away.

Then, she noticed something from the corner of her eye and froze. Looking ahead, she saw Winston in his black dress shirt as he leaned against the car.

Winston turned his head to the side as he lit a cigarette. The flame from the lighter illuminated his face.

The light rain dripped onto his shoulders. He didn’t use an umbrella.

Winston draped his coat on one arm, held his cigarette between two fingers, and slowly blew several smoke rings. A chilly energy -radiated from him as his indifferent gaze traveled toward Millie.

The moonlight barely lit the space while he remained there in silence. That made it difficult not to notice him.

“Let’s talk, Millie.” His words indicated he had been waiting here for her.

Millie’s grip tightened on her heels. Even her lashes trembled.

She wondered why he had specially waited here for her. Did he plan to discuss their divorce? Was he that eager to get divorced and have his lover become his new wife?

That thought left Millie sad. She suppressed the ache in her heart. and forced a slight smile, wanting to appear more composed. “I know you’re busy. We don’t have to talk anymore. I don’t want anything, and I will go with whatever you decide.”

A frown marred Winston’s face when he heard that. That was how he always remembered Millie to be. She never disturbed him

because she worried he was too busy.

Whenever they had to attend family dinners together, she’d say, “I

know you’re busy. I’ll go to your family home and handle things first.”

When she hoped he’d spend her birthday with her, she said, “I know you’re busy. Just keep me company for half an hour. That’s more than enough.”

The same happened when she fell sick and got hospitalized. Winston’s family members asked him to visit her, but she said, “Go back to work. I’m fine, so you don’t have to stay here with me.”

She did the same even now when they were getting divorced.

Winston wondered who it was that always claimed Millie was an ignorant person. He kept his eyes on her and suddenly said, “I’m not. busy.”

Millie’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes snapping wide open in

surprise. That was her first time hearing that from Winston in their three years of marriage. It felt surreal to her.

Yet, she quickly found it ironic, thinking he was only eager because he wanted to discuss their divorce.

“Millie,” Henry called out from behind.

Millie turned around.

Henry held a black umbrella above her as he smiled. “Why are you in the rain?”

“I had no idea it started raining,” she answered while meeting hist

gaze.

“Yeah, it started raining so suddenly.” Henry raised a hand to wipe off the raindrops on her hair. “How about I drive you home, Millie?”

His actions were sudden and intimate, catching Millie off guard.

Millie stepped back and turned to look at Winston out of reflex.

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However, she soon retracted her gaze.

She used to care so much about her image in Winston’s eyes and dared not get too close to other men. She feared he’d see her as a woman with loose morals who’d hook up with other men. Millie had been so careful all those years but forgot that Winston never cared about her.

“You’re offering to drive me home? I think it’d be more realistic if I’m the one driving you home,” she replied to Henry in a gentle tone.

“That works, too.” Henry nodded at once.

Winston saw that without saying a word. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and mixed emotions filled his gaze. His significance in Millie’s eyes had weakened since she’d asked to get divorced.

He reached into his car and calmly pressed the horn.

A loud honk blasted out, catching the attention of several nearby people.

Henry looked ahead, saw Winston, and was extra surprised. “Are you waiting for someone, Mr. Greer?”

Winston took a hit from his cigarette, then flicked off the ash before. pointing at Millie. “I’m waiting for her.”

Millie looked to Winston.

Henry was confused. “Are you and Millie familiar with each other, Mr. Greer?”

Winston’s stares burned into Millie. Anger coursed through his darkened gaze. It was unclear whether the gloomy weather or night sky had caused it, but,his voice had a thickness and depth at that moment. “I’m her husband.”