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

League 219

Winston remained silent, fixating his intense gaze on her. Millie started to feel uneasy.

She lowered her head and quietly savored the pierogies. Time passed, and she cautiously glanced up, only to find he was still staring at her.

“Stop staring at me and eat your food! Here,” Millie said, placing a pierogi on his plate.

He looked down at the pierogi and frowned. Suddenly, Millie seemed to remember something and took the pierogi back.

Winston was stunned and wondered what she was doing.

“I forgot you don’t like when others pick food for

you,” Millie muttered while chewing her food.

Winston stayed quiet and eventually let out a sigh. “Why weren’t you this obedient before?” he asked, his tone solemn, as if he were lamenting something.

“I was once your wife, which meant I had the freedom to do as I pleased. And I believed that I held a

special place in your heart compared to others,” Millie responded honestly.

Winston glanced at her, feeling an inexplicable pang in his heart upon hearing her words.

“But it’s different now. After the divorce, we’re practically strangers

So I need to be more cautious around

you.” Millie cupped her face and gazed at Winston with a stern expression. Her captivating doe eyes

sparkled with intensity.

Winston hummed in response and remained silent.

Millie ate another pierogi, then she put down her plate and fork, saying, “I’m done.”

“Are you full after eating just six or seven?” he asked in a deep voice.

“I can’t eat anymore.”

Winston couldn’t help but ask, “So, you’re saying that my presence has completely killed your

petite?”

Millie blinked. Their eyes locked, and a smile graced her face. “Ah, I get it now. I was curious about my sudden lack of appetite today, and now I have the answer.”

“Millie Caldwell!” he exclaimed, extremely furious.

Millie burst into laughter and stood up. She grabbed a tissue and gently patted him on the head, playfully remarking, “Oh, come on, it was just a joke. Don’t be so petty.”

Winston froze in an instant, his gaze shifting toward Millie. He wondered why she was gently patting him

as if he were a puppy.

Millie then asked, “How’s Joanna doing? She seems weaker lately.”

When Joanna was mentioned, Winston’s expression slightly softened. “It’s nothing to worry about. The sudden fainting was simply caused by low blood sugar”

“What? She has hypoglycemia?” Millie was surprised.

Winston stared at her, wondering why she seemed so shocked.

Millie noticed a change in his gaze and smiled indifferently. “I didn’t mean anything by it. No need to give me that look.”

Suddenly, thunder resounded outside the window. Millie glanced out and couldn’t help but hold her shoulder.

Winston noticed and asked, “Does the wound hurt?”

Millie looked away. “No.”

“How did you get injured?”

“I’ve already told you that I fell when I was a kid. Why do you keep asking it? You’re so annoying.” Millie went to bed impatiently. Thunder rumbled outside the window again, prompting Millie to wrap herself tightly in the blanket.

Winston asked, “What are you doing?”

She was behaving like a kid.

Millie looked up at him. “Are you done eating? If so, I suggest you hurry home before it starts to rain.”

Winston gazed out the window and noticed the drizzle tapping on the glass. It looked like the rain would get heavier. Thus, he removed his suit jacket and flung it onto the couch.

Millie glanced at him. She saw that he was loosening his tie and sitting on the couch. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I’m not leaving. I’m sleeping here tonight,” he declared.

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