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

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“Bitch! You shameless bitch!” Joanna wouldn’t stop clawing at Millie.

Millie held Joanna by the wrist and gave her a shove. Frowning, she bellowed at Joanna, “Are you done?” Silence enveloped the department. Joanna stumbled onto the floor, cheeks flushed. Two buttons on her shirt went missing.

She looked up and instantly wept at the sight of Millie. Millie, how dare you hit me?”

“So what? Don’t you think you deserve to be hit for acting like a madwoman?” Millie’s ice–cold voice echoed in the space.

Joanna could only point a finger at Millie while sobbing and gasping for breath. She immediately dialed Winston’s number and sobbed into the phone, “Win, Millie just hit me. I need you right now!”

“You-” Vanessa pointed at Joanna and growled, “Why did you bring Dr. Caldwell into our fight?”

Kneeling on the ground, Joanna touched her cheek and stared at Millie with an aggrieved expression. She couldn’t care less about Vanessa, as Millie was the thorn in her flesh.

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While attending to Joanna’s scratches at the nurses‘ station, Hazel stole a glance at Winston. He dressed in a black suit and a slightly crooked tie that he put on in a hurry.

He gazed at Joanna with a concerned look. His appearance was breathtaking–his features chiseled and his jawline sharp. He was blessed with thick and long lashes.

He was the epitome of masculinity at every angle.

Hazel dared not breathe loudly when she was in close proximity to Winston, especially in such a depressing and somber mood.

“Ouch, Win. It hurts.” Joanna held his arm.

“Be gentle,” he reminded Hazel stiffly.

Hazel immediately nodded. She proceeded with more caution, and sweat dripped from her forehead from the intense focus.

She dared not hurt Joanna in any way, not in the presence of Yerwick’s legend–Winston Greer.

He looked sideways and noticed Millie leaning against the table. She was dressing the scratch wounds

on the back of her hand and arm.

Sensing his gaze, she Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

on Joanna.

up, but he had turned away. All she saw was his concerned and loving gaze

The sight pained her. It also reminded her of the time when she got hurt at the alcohol tower. He worriedly carried her to the emergency department.

He had shown more tenderness to Joanna than he had ever done to her.

She also found it ridiculous that he left her alone in the hospital room after they had a heated conversation about Joanna, despite knowing that she was afraid of thunderstorms.

“How did the fight start?” Winston’s voice was deep and melodious, like that of a cello.

“They laughed at me for buying your grandma a fake Snowdrop herb,” she explained tearfully as she looked up at his face.

She whimpered, “Win, it was my fault for getting her a fake, but I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I know.” Winston knew that Joanna didn’t knowingly buy a fake Snowdrop herb.

“But Millie…” Joanna shifted her attention to Millie, and so did he. “The Snowdrop incident has been in the past, but she knowingly leaked it to the media and turned it into a scandal. She even mocked me and hit

me…”

At this point, she burst into tears and wrapped her arms around Winston’s waist. Her body pressed against his.

“Why did she do this to me? I didn’t buy a fake on purpose… Even my parents don’t hit me at home. Win, it really hurts…”

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