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Heartbreak Billionaire - Heartbreak Billionaire: He should never have let go - Chapter 59
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Her expression of pure surprise was absolutely enchanting.
A low chuckle escaped his throat as he leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss that tasted of triumph and promise.
The water continued its steady cascade from the faucet, creating a rhythmic soundtrack to their moment of triumph.
Now, years later, Brandon raised his head to confront his reflection in the unforgiving mirror.
Water clung to his skin in stubborn droplets, while his hair hung in damp strands that framed his face.
His eyes bore the unmistakable marks of countless sleepless nights, their depths reflecting a weariness that seemed to have settled into his very bones.
Now, standing beside the porcelain sink, Brandon found himself in complete solitude, the silence echoing with memories of happier times.
His jaw tightened with frustration as he twisted the faucet handle, cutting off the steady flow of water before retrieving a pristine towel from the cabinet to pat his skin dry.
The damp towel landed in the wicker laundry basket with a soft thud as he strode toward the mahogany wardrobe, his movements sharp and purposeful. Brandon’s hands moved.
With practiced efficiency, Brandon selected his daily uniform—crisp white shirt, charcoal trousers, and his signature tailored suit jacket—but when his fingers reached for a tie, his movements froze mid-motion.
This sterile apartment contained no spare neckties, a glaring oversight that would never have occurred during the years when Millie had been part of his daily routine.
Brandon’s jaw clenched as his teeth pressed against his compressed lips.
The memory of the previous night crashed through his defenses like a rogue wave—Millie’s eyes widening with disbelief and raw pain as gravity claimed her body, sending her tumbling down the unforgiving stairs.
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The apartment’s doorbell shattered his troubled thoughts with its cheerful chime.
Brandon pulled the door open to reveal Vivian standing in the hallway, her delicate frame silhouetted against the morning light.
Vivian’s smile bloomed across her pale features, sweet yet tinged with an underlying fragility as she gazed up at him. “Good morning, Brandon. I’ve brought you fresh flowers to brighten your day—aren’t they lovely?”
She stepped closer, cradling a carefully arranged bouquet she had assembled with her own hands during the early morning hours. Their perfume danced through the air, creating an aura of vulnerable beauty around her that stirred his protective instincts.
However, his mind immediately conjured Giffard’s cutting words from their dawn encounter, delivered with the bite of arctic wind—”If you’re set on being with Vivian, then stay with her. What happens to Millie is no longer your concern. Brandon, the only real choice you have now is to let her go.”
Brandon’s jaw tightened with renewed tension.
Giffard’s patronizing and self-righteous attitude had ignited a fire of revulsion within his chest.
Could Millie possibly be orchestrating this elaborate manipulation to force his hand into submission?