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

League 220

Millie froze in surprise. Winston folded his arms and scrutinized her. “Can’t I?”

“It feels inappropriate,” she whispered.

“Inappropriate how?” he chuckled.

“It’s not right for a man and woman to share a room,” she replied with a serious expression.

“Oh, and that’s inappropriate?” Narrowing his eyes, he suddenly walked toward her bed.

A bad feeling arose within her. She flinched when he bent over to whisper in her ear, “But you sang a different tune in the car the other day.”

Confused, she thought, “In the car? Which day?” She wondered if something had slipped her mind.

“You molested me on our way home that night after you had too much to drink. Ms. Caldwell, do you not remember it?” He seductively narrowed his eyes at her.

She choked. She needed some time to recollect the events of that night at the bar.

That night, she was drinking at the bar with Rachel when they bumped into Jake. They probably also spotted Winston.

And what happened after that?

“Oh, you touched and kissed me all over. Too bad you seem to have forgotten about it…” Millie might not remember it, but Winston would never forget the humiliation of being mistaken as a male escort.

Never in his life had he been mistaken for an escort! How demeaning!

“Mr. Greer, shall we forget about what I did when I was drunk? If I offended you in any way, I-” She was interrupted by a loud noise outside the window. A bolt of lightning traveled across the sky and

momentarily lit it up.

She jumped nervously and shut her eyes. Winston frowned at her fearful reaction.

She said to him shakily, “The rain will grow heavy. If you don’t leave now, you’ll be trapped here.”

He stared at her and whispered in a deep, enchanting voice, “I’m not leaving.”

Her eyes opened when she heard his reply.

He scolded her, unprompted, “Silly woman!” She should have told him if she was fearful of the storm. Why did she chase him out instead? She was certainly stubborn.

She was left confused by his scolding. He stood up and returned to the couch. Then, he started cleaning up the table.

After that, he lay on the couch, resting both his legs on the arm.

“Won’t Joanna look for you?” Millie asked, her voice barely above a whisper. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Staring at his phone, he replied indifferently, “Just mind your own business.”

She promptly shut up. Anyway, it was good to have company.

She wrapped herself up in the blanket. Her wounds throbbed with a dull pain. She stared out at the sky that was illuminated by the lightning, and she quickly closed her eyes.

Once the thunder passed, she opened her eyes and let out a soft sigh.

Winston suddenly teased her, “Ms. Caldwell, I thought you were fearless.”

She retorted, “Well, I’m a human with feelings too.”

He chuckled lazily as he typed away on his phone. She wondered if he was texting Joanna. Did Joanna text him about her fear of the thunderstorm as well?

She believed that Winston would immediately leave her for Joanna if she told him that she feared the storm. Her heart ached at the thought.

The thunder clapped again. Winston coughed at the same time. He repeated the action for subsequent thunderclaps, which provided her with a sense of security.

The downpour lasted late into the night, causing her to drift in and out of sleep. Winston, who managed to fall asleep, suddenly sensed someone touching him.