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League 439
League 439
Winston lifted his chin with a cold expression in an attempt to avoid being subjected to Kennedy's influence.
Turning to Millie, Kennedy added, "For example, Ms. Caldwell."
Millie rolled her eyes. "Stop dragging me into this mess."
Kennedy should have used Joanna as an example because Winston cared more for her. Millie was painfully aware of the fact she meant nothing to him. Winston noticed the calm in her eyes. In the past, she would have bothered him and demanded to know her importance to him.
Why was he feeling unsettled at her calmness?
He hung his head as the light in his eyes dimmed.
Was there truly no one he cared about in this world? If so, why did he instinctively turn to Millie instead of thinking of Joanna when Kennedy questioned him?
Sensing the growing tension between the two men, Millie decided against hanging around them.
"It's getting late." Straightening her clothes, she said with a nonchalant look, "I'm going home soon. You two can stay here or whatever."
She wasn't at all interested in the history between Winston and Kennedy, as she wasn't that close to them.
"I'll give you a ride," Winston offered.
She shot him a loaded look. "Are you seriously offering to send your ex-wife home? You're only scaring
me."
Winston asked, "What's so scary about it?"
Millie laughed flatly. She said in amusement, "I'm worried your fiancee would beat me up."
She knew Joanna was perfectly capable of carrying out such an act.
Millie had left before Winston could say a word more. Staring at the car, he felt oddly frustrated and upset.
When he spun around, he found Kennedy sitting on a bench, relishing the drama.
Grinning, Kennedy remarked, “Mr. Greer, I might not be your matchin business, but watching your mess of a relationship does give me pleasure."
"Kennedy Sullivan, do not start." Winston tugged at his tie irritatedly.
"You still haven't changed at all. You're still as emotionally stunted as the time we were kids, and you struggle in relationships. That's your flaw." Kennedy rested an arm on the back of the bench like an old friend with a smile playing on his tips:
Winston cast a dejected look at Kennedy's behavior. Kennedy was once a friend who knew him the best.
Jake mistook Winston as a player who toyed with both Millie and Joanna. Only Kennedy saw the root of the problem -Winston's low EQ and his failure to manage relationships. That was certainly Winston's Achilles' heel.
Too bad the two men ultimately became strangers.
Winston was ready to leave, but Kennedy raised his voice from the bench, "Hey, Winston Greer, are you really going to marry Joanna Lowell?” Winston halted in his tracks with his back against Kennedy. It was not a particularly cold night, but the breeze was chilly.
He turned sideways and fixed his gaze on Kennedy.
Kennedy returned a smile. "Think carefully. Do not be blinded by a pretty woman."
"What exactly is it that you know? What's the point of teasing me with the truth and refusing to tell me?" Winston looked pissed.
Kennedy's smile widened. "How interesting. Watching you getting played by a woman and feeling upset over another is definitely fun." He dusted his hands pettily in amusement.
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