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

League 321

“Don’t follow,” Winston warned Selma before dragging Millie out.

Selma halted in her tracks, feeling confused. Still, she believed Winston wouldn’t harm Millie. It was clear they had something important to discuss.

After that, she quietly peered through the window and saw Winston pressing Millie against the pillar by the entrance.

Selma’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she couldn’t help smiling. She then returned to the couch, eagerly waiting for what would happen next.

Outside, Millie frowned. Her eyes were filled with hostility as she stared warily at Winston.

Meanwhile, Winston was visibly unsettled. His head hung low as he supported himself against the pillar with one hand.

He had something to say. However, when faced with Millie, he felt like he was choking on his words, unsure how to start.

“Millie, let me repeat myself.” Winston pursed his lips and gazed at Millie earnestly. “I did not accept Joanna’s proposal last night.”

Millie’s expression remained cold. She already knew this, so why did he need to say it again?

“I’m going to find Joanna now. Did you hear that?” asked Winston.

Millie remained indifferent. Her calm demeanor felt almost merciless as she answered, “Yes, I did.”

“Is that all?” Winston pressed.

Millie spread her hands and countered, “What else do you want me to say?”

She couldn’t shake the feeling that Winston was acting strange today. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“You could-

Just as Winston was about to speak, Millie suddenly straightened up and leaned forward slightly. Her perfume overwhelmed his senses, causing him to gulp involuntarily before looking up.

“Are you expecting me to beg you to stay?” Millie locked eyes with Winston, a captivating smile playing on her lips. “Should I beg you to stay again? Just like how I did before, with no dignity?

Winston was momentarily speechless. As he gazed at Millle, a trace of helplessness flickered in his eyes. “Winston, I’m a person with feelings. My heart isn’t made of stone,” Millie said seriously.

What gave him the right to assume she would always be there, pleading for his affection? What made him believe that she would always love him?

“It’s over between us,” Millie reminded Winston.

He needed to stop acting superior around her. Now that she no longer loved him, his arrogance only fueled her disdain.

Winston’s right hand clenched into a fist, fury flashing across his face. Millie’s lack of response enraged

him.

you care at all? Winston questioned, his voice low and filled with suppressed anger.

Yet, Millie’s smile was all the answer he got. Indeed, she didn’t care about Winston anymore. The question he had asked seemed absurd to her.

“So, you wouldn’t even care if I married Joanna now?” Winston’s voice was subdued but filled with rage.

Millie immediately looked up at him, and their eyes met. His face showed intense urgency.

Winston refused to believe that Millie didn’t care at all. However, her composed demeanor felt like a slap in his face.

“Mr. Greer, I don’t care,” Millie stated firmly.

Whoever Winston decided to marry was no longer her concern. Did he really think she would still beg for his affection?

Winston fell silent.

Millie pushed his hand away and said, “I won’t be going in. Tell Grandma that I’ll check her results for her.” Having said that, she turned to leave.

Winston frowned, his frustration palpable. Right then, he reached out and grabbed Millie’s arm.

Overwhelmed by his emotions, he found himself leaning in to kiss her without thi

Millie seemed to sense his intention. Before Winston could get close, she slapped him hard.

The sound was sharp and full of force. Winston’s head snapped to the side instantly, and in the next moment, the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth

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