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

League 248

*Joanna, the reason I’ve come to talk to you isn’t about Winston.” Millie set down her coffee cup and looked at Joanna. “I want to talk about Grandma,”

“What’s there to talk about with that old lady?” Joanna detested Selma.

Millie frowned, looking displeased. ‘Grandma has always valued her reputation. You’re well aware of the Greer family’s status in Yerwick, aren’t you? Do you realize the trouble you could bring them by leaking such news?”

Yet, Joanna was unconcerned about these matters. She was willing to do anything as long as she could marry and have Winston.

“If you want to marry Winston and become part of the Greers, I suggest you show a bit more respect to Grandma,” Millie reminded her.

Joanna sneered. Upon hearing those words, she couldn’t help but think of all the things Millie had done for the Greer family.

“Millie, do you think I’d stoop to being the Greers‘ lackey like you just to marry Winston?” Joanna asked, her words dripping with sarcasm,

Millie was at a loss for words. It turned out that showing genuine kindness to the Greers could be misinterpreted as being a lackey.

Just as she was about to retort, the cafe door was pushed open.

The server anxiously said, “Sir, the café has been booked for a private event. It might not be convenient for you to come in. Sir-”

Millie and Joanna turned in unison, only to see Winston approaching them, wearing a white shirt. He moved with urgency. It was as if he were rushing to Joanna.

She paused briefly and called out, “Win.”

Winston glanced at Millie briefly before grabbing Joanna’s arm and coldly saying, “Come with me.”

“Win, what’s the matter?” As he pulled Joanna away, she suggested, “Mills is also here. Do you want to-”

But Winston had already dragged her out before she could finish her sentence.

Millie stared at his retreating figure and frowned. Based on her understanding of him, he was most likely furious.

She looked at the coffee on the table, picked it up, and finished it in one gulp. After all, Joanna had ordered it, so she would not let it go to waste.

Right then, Millie’s phone chimed again.

Marvin: “It was Joanna who did it.”

Millie replied, “I know,”

Marvin: “Then why didn’t you respond to my text? I thought the signal was bad and my messages weren’t going through.”

Millie pushed the cafe door open and watched Winston’s car speed away in the distance. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

It seemed like he had floored the accelerator. He was clearly angry. Did he discover that Joanna had Teaked the news to the media?

Meanwhile, Winston drove at high speed. Joanna gripped the armrest tightly and asked nervously, “Win?

What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

However, Winston just kept driving, skillfully overtaking cars.

A sudden wave of fear washed over Joanna. She clutched the seatbelt tightly, her heart racing with anxiety.

The car sped down the road. When they reached the highway with fewer cars, Winston drove even faster.

When Joanna turned to look at him, he glanced back at her. His brow was tightly furrowed, and his handsome face radiated coldness and danger.

After a while, she heard Winston ask, “Do you have something to tell me?”

Joanna bit her lip. “W–What do you mean?”

“Joanna, you know I hate being lied to.”

Winston shot Joanna a look, the danger in his eyes intensifying.

Joanna’s lips parted as she muttered, “Win…”

The more she hesitated, the more the car accelerated. Joanna’s stomach began to churn with discomfort. She took deep breaths. As Winston continued to speed up, she said in a trembling

voice, “W–Win, I made a mistake! I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have told the media about your divorce from Mills!*

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