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League 311
League 311
A waitress accidentally spilled red wine onto Millie’s shirt.
Millie rose from her seat and cleaned her shirt stains, assuring the waitress, “It’s fine. No worries.”
As if worried she might attract attention, she whispered to the waitress, “Please leave my side. I’m really fine. Thank you.”
After that, she looked in Winston’s direction, just in time to meet his forlorn eyes.
She froze while holding her shirt. She had no idea what to do with her free hand. She had wanted to watch the proposal from a corner, but he seemed to have caught her.
“Simon, let’s leave,” she called out to Simon and grabbed her bag.
Simon nodded because he understood her reasons.
Winston couldn’t stop himself from going after Millie. Seeing that, Joanna quickly held him back. She stared at him and bit her lips. “Win, what was that? Do you care what Millie thinks?”
He finally peeled his eyes off Millie. Joanna looked upset. “What exactly do you think? It’s time to give me
an answer.
“Jo, I’ll–Winston paused in the middle of his sentence because he saw Millie abruptly halting at the
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She and Simon both took a step backward. Next, a woman dressed in an expensive outfit showed up with a few bodyguards in tow,
Millie took a better look at the woman before taking a big gulp. It was Gloria!
Gloria strutted in with a luxury bag in her arm, a tweed jacket draping across her outfit, and stilettos on her feet. Upon seeing the decorations, she immediately tore down some of the roses.
Then, she stomped over to Joanna and Winston. “Gosh, what is happening here?”
“Mom,” Winston greeted her with a frown.
Joanna trembled. “Mrs. Greer….
“Oh, quit it. What are you doing?” Gloria scanned the rose petals scattered across the floor–before turning her gaze to the rings Joanna was holding.
She chuckled. “Oh, is this a wedding proposal? Who’s proposing now??
-The color drained from Joanna’s face. She always struggled for words when she was around the Greers.
Gloria glared at Winston and hissed, “Are you even divorced? How could you accept a wedding proposal?”
“Mrs. Greer, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault,” Joanna hurriedly admitted to her mistake. She hung her head.
Gloria swept a piercing gaze across Joanna’s face. “don’t blame you. It’s not wholly the woman’s fault when a man fails to control his heart and desire.”
Her statement only served to highlight Joanna’s impropriety for proposing to a man who wasn’t officially divorced.
“Mom, there’s a lot of people here,” Winston whispered, tugging at Gloria’s arm. He spoke in a volume that could only be heard between them.
“And? Are you embarrassed?” She glowered at Winston before spitting, “If you don’t want to be publicly humiliated, you shouldn’t have done this in the first place.”
Winston fell silent.
“Mrs. Greer, stop scolding him. It’s all my fault.” Joanna shielded Winston behind her.
Gloria turned to her with a smile. “Ms. Lowell, do you think it’s your fault?”
Joanna had a bad feeling that she had stepped into Gloria’s trap.
“If you really think so, take my advice and cut off this bastard. Alright?” Gloria stared at her while pointing a finger at Winston.
Gloria’s formidable presence was amplified by the imposing bodyguards flanking her. She exuded an air of dominance that left no room for dissent. But then again, it came as no shock–after all, Gloria hailed from the formidable Greer famil
Joanna bit her lips. “But Mrs. Greer, Win and I are truly in love.”
Looking exasperated, Gloria reminded her, “But Ms. Lowell, you and Winston aren’t suitable for each other.
“Mrs. Greer, what am I lacking? I can change,” pleaded Joanna pitifully.
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