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

League 210

Millie looked up at him again. His expression was intense, and he held the cigarette tightly. The smell of cigarettes was unpleasant to her, and she couldn’t seem to get rid of it. It was just like her.

She smiled and said, “I’m sorry, Winston.”

After saying that, she finally felt a true sense of relief.

Winston lowered his gaze and cleared his throat. Extinguishing his cigarette, he said, “I’ll repeat what I said in the private room.”

He frowned, looking at Millie with a seriousness and patience he had never shown before. Firmly, he repeated, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

Millie nodded decisively. “Alright. Let’s get a divorce.”

Winston crushed the cigarette butt and gave a determined nod. “Okay. When are you free?” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“I’m not available today. I’m scheduled to assist Dr. Quinn in surgery this afternoon. How about tomorrow morning?” Millie suggested gently.

Winston gazed into her beautiful doe eyes, feeling an indescribable tug at his heart. He replied, “Sure.”

“I have one more request,” Millie said.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on her. He listened carefully to every word she said before asking patiently.

What is it?”

“Can you come to my house and pick me up tomorrow morning?” Millie asked tentatively, keeping her hands behind her back.

Winston was perplexed, not quite grasping her intentions.

Millie pursed her lips and explained, “There’s no meaning behind it, so don’t worry about me pestering you. When we got married, I asked you to pick me up but you didn’t show up. Now that we’re getting a divorce, you should take the initiative, shouldn’t you?”

She teased him playfully, as if suggesting that it was all a prank and he could forget about going through. with the divorce.

Winston sneered, finding her trick tiresome.

“Alright. I’ll pick you up at your house tomorrow morning at nine,” he said,

“Can we meet at 8:00 am instead?” Millie asked.

“Don’t you like sleeping in?”

“But I’m working tomorrow.” They walked out together, and everything seemed completely natural.

Millie narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “But how do you know that I like to sleep in, Mr. Greer? Have you been secretly paying attention to me?”

“You stood out a lot, so there’s no need to pay special attention to you,” he replied casually.

“Tsk. If you’ve ever had a crush on me, just admit it!” Millie teased,

Winston smiled but said nothing. They were like old friends, sharing a moment and conversation they’d never had before.

The two went their separate ways at the entrance of the café. Millie headed toward the hospital, while Winston stopped next to his car and looked back. She left with determination. If Millie had asked him to stay, he…

On her way to the hospital, Millie texted Rachel, “I’m finally going to divorce Winston this time.”

Rachel: “You’ve tried to get a divorce multiple times but haven’t succeeded. Are you sure you can finalize it tomorrow?”

Millie: “No one can stop i

from divorcing this time.”

Rachel: “Wow! It seems like you’ve really let it go.”

Millie: “I’m not going to be a pushover forever.”

Rachel: “Well done! I’ll treat you to a drink once I get back from shooting the commercial.”

After turning off her phone, Millie continued to the hospital. Winston watched her as she walked away.

He reached into the car’s glove compartment and pulled out an ID card. His gaze shifted from Millie’s retreating figure to the card in his ha