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

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Millie collected herself. While holding Selma, she gently replied, Grandma, those are just baseless rumors. Don’t put too much weight on these rumors.”

There was no way she’d admit to getting a divorce in front of Selma. If Selma interfered with the proceedings, Winston would never get to marry his true love. Millie wasn’t about to live under his

resentment forever.

“How could I be getting a divorce when I’m dressed in this lovely dress today?” Millie swirled in the dress that accentuated her slender figure. Winston breathed a sigh of relief, though doubt lingered in his mind.

Selma, busy with her birthday party preparations, had suddenly dropped by the villa on the day of his supposed divorce. Did Millie leak the news to Selma because she refused to divorce?

He furrowed his brows, the thought weighing his mind.

“I don’t believe it. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. The two of you must have brought up getting a divorce!” Selma refused to believe that the rumors were unfounded.

Millie sounded frustrated. “Grandma, people make up rumors nowadays because they face no consequences. All they need to do is talk. You’re a smart lady; you can’t be falling for those lies!”

Winston, who had never been good at handling Selma, had to give Millie credit for her ability to placate the old lady. It was no surprise that Selma was fond of her.

Suddenly, Millie cast a shy glance in Winston’s direction. With a determined expression, she pledged to Selma, “Grandma, I went to great lengths to marry Win. Why would I abandon our

marriage? I am committed to him until death do us part!”

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Winston lowered his gaze and chuckled. That declaration sounded. oddly familiar–perhaps something she had uttered in the past. He was intrigued by the way Millie could lie off the bat.

He also noticed a detail. Ever since she brought up divorce, she had not addressed him as “Win“, preferring to call him “Mr. Greer“, ” my ex–husband“, or just “him“.

Selma remained skeptical. “Is that true?”

Knowing that any lengthy explanation wouldn’t help, Millie folded her arms and pretended to be upset. “Grandma, do you not trust me anymore?”

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Selma hurriedly went up to comfort Millie, who seemed on the verge of an outburst. “There, there. I was wrong. Are we good?”

Millie scoffed. “No!”

“How about I buy you a frappe? I’ll get you a sweet one. How does that sound?” Selma sounded like she was comforting a petulant child with a smile, a stark contrast from her solemn demeanor earlier.

“I like extra caramel drizzle. Make sure they don’t skimp on it,” Millie reminded Selma.

Selma gestured an “okay” and chirped, “No problem!”

Winston’s heart grew heavy upon seeing the friendly exchange between the two, a united front that seemed to exert pressure on him.

Selma secretly examined the smiling Millie, detecting no hint of lying.

Millie, acting like usual, was about to bring Selma into the villa when she recalled that she didn’t know the passcode. Her fingerprint record was also deleted from the biometrics records.

She shot a look of help at Winston, who hurriedly unlocked the door with his fingerprint.

Selma let out a snort at him, prompting him to sigh and shake his head.

The household staff had set the table with Selma’s home–cooked food. After she washed her hands, she noticed the absence of the sunset painting in the living room.

She inquired, “Where’s the painting?”

Winston’s gaze followed hers. He was about to lie that the painting was sent in for a retouch until Millie confessed, “We threw it out. because we didn’t like it.”

Winston stared at her. She replied with such calmness. It was as though she was just discarding an insignificant item.

Selma grunted and suggested, “Why don’t you both take a wedding photo and hang it in the living room instead? It’ll look great.”

Millie smiled faintly. “Sure. We’ll get to it when we find the time.”

Then, she sat at the table to dig in. “Grandma, don’t bother coming to the villa. Give me a call if you miss me, and I’ll come to you.”

She had said so to avoid another surprise visit by Selma that would disrupt her plans. Besides, she would be packing up and removing her belongings from this villa. Given Selma’s shrewdness, she’d soon find out about the separation.

“But you’re busy. Let me do the traveling and visiting. It’s no trouble for me!” Selma insisted. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Millie looked at Winston, hinting at him to speak. He looked up at the two women, not knowing what to say, much to Millie’s

frustration.

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He was like a log. All he had going for him was his good looks. He was bad at socializing, insensible, and horrible at discerning conniving bitches. Sometimes, she wondered what she saw in him.

“Is the food tasty?” Selma asked Millie.

Millie nodded. “Yeah.”

“If so, I’ll make breakfast for you more often.” Selma chuckled. She grasped Millie’s hand. “Mills, please be patient with Win if he

wrongs you in any way.”

Selma had repeatedly made that remark, alluding to Winston’s affair with Joanna.

“Will do.” Millie nodded obediently.

To be fair, Selma felt sorry for Millie and knew that Winston was in the wrong. Millie was deep in love with Winston, whose heart was on another woman..

Selma and her family understood the pain they put Millie through, but they didn’t want to lose out on a fine daughter–in–law. It wast selfish of them. Although Winston did not treat Millie right, Selma thought that the rest of the family treated Millie really well.

“Alright now. I’m relieved to see both of you doing fine. I have a date. with my friends, so I won’t hang around!” Selma rose from her seat gracefully.

Millie and Winston ushered her out. They saw Selma talking to the bodyguard.

Millie, swallowing her food, whispered to Winston, “Let’s go to the courthouse again later.”

“Sure,” Winston agreed without hesitation.

Selma flashed a smile at them. When she entered the car, the

bodyguard announced, “Mrs. Greer Senior, I’ve run a check. The courthouse staff confirmed that Madam Millie and Mr. Winston aren’t divorced.”

The conversation was audible to Millie and Winston, whose

expressions crumbled. Looking jolly, Selma closed the car door and left.

Millie froze. Selma must have purposely done that in front of her and Winston.

“Was that part of your plan?” She heard Winston’s icy, accusatory voice.

She cast a puzzled look at him. What was he insinuating?

“Stop playing the fool. Why did Grandma suddenly visit this morning? I’m sure you know why.” He peered at her with a judgmental look, and she finally understood what he was getting at. He must have thought she deliberately summoned Selma to the villa.

At a loss for words, she realized that any explanation would only fall on deaf ears. Winston wouldn’t change his mind once he formed an opinion.

His tone turned frigid. “If you’re not keen on a divorce, just say so. Don’t waste my time.”

A laugh escaped her lips. She had gone out of her way to appease Selma for Selma’s health. However, Winston mistook her action as a ploy to avoid filing for divorce.

She hissed, “Winston Greer, do you really see me as such a shameless and manipulative woman?”