She's out of Your League Now (Millie and Winston) novel Chapter 4

Millie couldn’t help feeling dazed as she stared at Winston, who led her ahead. 

Winston had done this back then, too. He’d held her hand as they escaped from those chasing after them. 

Millie wouldn’t have fallen so deeply in love with him if he had treated her poorly in the past. She wouldn’t have married him, even if it meant she’d cut ties with her family. 

But why was he here? And what was he doing now? Was he jealous because he saw her being close to another man? 

However, Millie soon brushed those thoughts away. After all, Winston was heartless and had never once loved her. Why would he be jealous? 

Millie felt herself get pushed into a washroom. The alcohol had taken over her body and left her slightly weak. 

With a stern expression, Winston pinned Millie against the edge of the sink. 

The washroom lights shined from above Winston. It blurred the outline of his features in Millie’s eyes. Regardless, it wasn’t difficult to see how attractive he was. 

“We haven’t officially gotten divorced, Millie!” Winston snarled through gritted teeth. 

Millie’s back pressed against the sink. So, the stunning butterfly tattoo on her back was reflected in the mirror. She ignored her heartache, looked into his eyes, and calmly said, “Mr. Greer, I’ve already signed the divorce papers. It means we’re technically divorced.” 

Winston’s gaze trembled as he stared at Millie. At the same time, his grip tightened on her wrist. 

“Mr. Greer, huh?” he questioned softly. 

Millie would never talk to him with such a tone before. She always beamed brilliantly. It was her first time addressing him as “Mr. Greer”. It was formal, and it created a massive distance between them. 

Before, she always stuck by his side and called him “Win”. Her voice was always gentle and sweet whenever she uttered that nickname. 

However, it upset Winston because he disliked those nicknames. So, Millie never used those nicknames again. 

“Why? Is it wrong for me to call you that?” Millie narrowed her eyes while leaning closer to Winston. 

It was the first time she got so close to him in their three years of marriage. 

Their eyes locked on like magnets, and Millie noticed a hint of shock in Winston’s dark gaze. She wondered if he was shocked that she had addressed him formally. 

Millie studied his handsome face, which she had loved for many years. Then, she spoke with a low and slurred but seductively husky voice. “You’re right. That’s not the right way to address you. I should call you my ex-husband instead.” 

Winston’s chest tightened as he gripped her wrist and forced her backward. “Are you taunting me, Millie?” 

“Why would I dare to taunt you?” Millie snorted. 

Her snarky attitude only frustrated Winston more. 

“Are you alright, Ms. Caldwell?” a voice asked from outside the washroom. 

Millie looked toward the exit just then. 

Winston could tell that voice belonged to Nathan, the young scion of the Lynch family. He scoffed, taken aback that Nathan had fallen for Millie’s seduction so soon. 

Millie smirked, looked at Winston, and spoke seductively. “I’m okay, Mr. Lynch. Please wait out there for me. I’ll only take a while.” 

She emphasized the words “Mr. Lynch” in front of Winston. She hinted that Winston, now “Mr. Greer”, was no different from the other misters around her. 

Winston’s brows twisted into a deep, offended frown. How dare Millie see another man before his eyes? 

“You wouldn’t dare sleep with him, Millie!” he growled like an angered beast and pinched Millie’s chin. 

Millie shoved him away because she wasn’t afraid of sleeping with Nathan. A sly gleam appeared in her eyes as she smirked. Yet, she replied with the utmost indifference, “You’re crossing the line, ex-husband.” 

That sentence was enough to ignite a murderous fire in Winston. 

He pulled Millie up while snaking an arm around her waist. Then, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her. 

“Crossing the line, huh? I’ll show you what it means to truly cross the line!” he thought. 

Even though they had signed the divorce papers, they hadn’t completed the legal procedures. Because of that, Millie was technically still Winston’s wife. The fact that she offered to have sex with another man before his eyes was sheer humiliation. 

Millie’s eyes rounded in disbelief. She wondered if Winston had lost his mind. 

He hadn’t touched her once in their three years of marriage, yet he was kissing her now. His kiss was aggressive, and the way he bit her lips hurt her. 

Yet, Millie felt herself go weak. It was unclear whether that was because Winston was a good kisser or because the alcohol was getting to her head. 

She held the sink for support, then stomped hard on Winston’s foot. Even so, Winston didn’t release her. He only hugged her waist tighter and deepened the kiss. 

Millie frowned as she wriggled to break free. She used all her might to push Winston away before slapping him. 

The slap reverberated in the washroom, and the space fell deadly silent. 

Winston’s head faced the other direction due to the impact of the slap. He licked his lips, which had lipstick smudge from Millie and the scent of whiskey.