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League 319

Chapter 319

Winston pulled out a chair for Millie, signaling her to stay. She sighed and said, “Alright, Grandma, I’ll stay and have lunch with you.”

As soon as she heard that, Selma stopped in her tracks. She turned and asked Millie, “You’re not leaving?”

Millie let out a sigh, knowing she no longer dared to leave. “I’m staying,” she answered as she took a seat.

Selma huffed and turned to Winston. “Are you staying or leaving?”

Without saying a word, Winston settled into his chair. Then, they looked at Selma in unison. It was clear that they had no intention of going anywhere.

Selma glared at them, and finally, she sat down. “This would’ve been easier if you’d just done this from the start,” she grumbled.

But Selma was genuinely angry moments ago.

Millie served some dishes to Selma. “Please eat more, Grandma.”

“Help yourself.” Selma gestured for Millie to start eating.

Millie nodded, quietly picked up her spoon, and began eating. During the meal, she ate mostly vegetables, barely touching the meat.

When Selma served Millie some baked salmon, she shook her head and remarked, “Grandma, I don’t like to eat this.”

Since she wasn’t very hungry, she decided to stick with the Cobb salad.

“Have some shrimp then,” Selma suggested.

However, Millie didn’t want to peel them. Hence, she merely nodded and fell silent again.

“Please come and have meals with me more often. I feel so lonely,” Selma told Millie.

Trying to brush off the comment, Millie simply answered, “Grandma, I’ll visit if I’m free.”

Selma nodded and softly said, “Okay.”

Just as Millie was about to take a bite of her risotto, Winston suddenly placed a peeled shrimp on her. plate.

Simultaneously, Selma raised an eyebrow, watching the two of them as she quietly sipped her pumpkin

soup.

“Thank you,” Millile said softly while trying to hide her surprise.

Winston remained silent and peeled two more shrimp for her.

“How thoughtful. It would’ve been nice if you had done something like this earlier,” Selma commented.

Winston glanced at his grandmother, yet he didn’t respond.

He quickly noticed that the shrimp he had peeled for Millie remained untouched on her plate. By the time she finished her meal, the shrimp were still there.

Eventually, Millie tossed them into the trash. As she turned away from the trash can, she caught Winston staring at her. Despite that, she calmly loaded the dishes into the dishwasher.

Winston watched Millie as she diligently cleaned up. Suddenly, a surge of irritation welled up within him.

“Do you think I’m dirty or something?” he asked.

Millie was taken aback by his question.

Winston frowned and added in a low voice, “Millie, I rarely peel shrimp for anyone.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” Millie glanced at him.

“Must you be so aggressive?” Winston’s frustration grew, his expression darkening with dissatisfaction.

“Am I? I don’t think so.”

Millie wiped her hands and was about to leave. But right then, Winston grabbed her wrist. He stared at her, his gaze betraying his inner turmoil.

She looked up at him and calmly asked, “Mr. Greer, is there something you need?”

Winston was momentarily stunned by her question, leaving him at a loss for words.

He began, “About last night-”

“I was having dinner with Simon and just happened to run into you guys,” Millie cut him off. “I didn’t call Mom over, just to be clear.”

With a resolute expression and hurried tone, she spoke as if she were worried that any hesitation would lead to a misunderstanding.

“I’m not saying you called her over,” Winston responded in a low voice. He sounded exceptionally annoyed.

With a shrug, Millie removed Winston’s hand and answered indifferently, “It doesn’t matter. You probably think that anyway.”

Winston was left speechless again. He was aware that, in Millie’s eyes, he was the worst of the worst. Suddenly, he said, “I didn’t say yes to Joanna.”

Millie shifted her gaze to Winston. What?

Winston wasn’t sure what had come over him, either. But for some reason, he felt compelled to tell Millie that he hadn’t agreed to Joanna’s proposal.

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