Chapter 171
âAs someone in the service industry, you must be pelite and respectful Whatâs with the bursing? Lighâ1ille brushed her hair back bearing Winston while throwing up
Despite feeling nauseous, the still found the energy to ferhire him on service etiquette. Winston couldnât help but think the was juggling in lot
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Millie was in euch discomfort that the couldnât be bothered with him for a moment. kept falling into her face, thoroughly imitating er Before long, she found herself losing her
âDamn it! Iâm going to cut you off tomorrow!â
Winston inexplicably chuckled at her antics as he observed her. He sighed before approaching her.
Then, he gathered her hair away from her face and patiently held it. Millie looked up with reddened eyes.
âEven the most unremarkable person can become someone exceptional. Youâd make a perfect gigolo,â Millie praised Winston.
Winstonâs heart thudded with exasperation. What did she mean by that?
âKeep quiet and puke!â He lightly tapped Millieâs head
Yet, she sighed and continued, âIf my husband were just a bit more like you, my life would be better. Maybe I should find a way to send him off to be a gigolo, too.â
Winston didnât respond.
âBut if he were to become a gigolo, youâd be out of business,â Millie added. She was confident in Winstonâs good looks.
When she rose, Winston retracted his hand and handed her a bottle of water. She had a lot to say when she was drunk How annoying!
After rinsing her mouth, Millie looked up. For one second, she thought she saw Winstonâs
face
She frowned and asked inwardly, âWinston?â
But no, it couldnât be him. He should be at Lowell Manor now.
If he was having a good time with them, he might have had a few drinks and ended up in bed with Joanna. There was no way he would come to pick her up.
âWell, to be honest, youâre quite charmingâ Millie nodded at Winston and got into the car.
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Winstonâs expression darkened further. He slammed the door shut, cutting off whatever she
was about to say.
Millie slumped against the window. She looked at him pitifully and wondered why he had to be so aggressive.
Winston, on the other hand, thought he had brought this upon himself. Why did he rush to the club to pick her up? He should have left her there to fend for herself.
Annoyed, he entered the vehicle, only to hear Millle say, âI donât want to go home. Shall we get
a room?â
Winston frowned. What was she even suggesting?
Millie leaned toward him and said earnestly, âIâm not drunk. Iâm serious, a oneânight stand. Are you up for it?â
Winston remained silent. He pushed her back and ordered sternly, âSit properly!â
Millie was displeased by his response. Wearing a solemn expression, she replied, âIâm a beautiful woman whoâs offering herself to you, and yet, youâre turning me down? Youâre quite the gigolo!â
Winstonâs face betrayed no emotion, yet fury flickered in his eyes.
âI donât sleep with drunks!â he exclaimed.
âIâm not drunk! I told you, Iâm perfectly sober!â Millie insisted while attempting to widen her eyes and straighten her posture.
But she realized she couldnât do it. She felt sleepy, and her mind was foggy. As fatigue settled in, she wanted nothing more than to sleep.
She leaned closer to Winston and said mysteriously, âMy husband is extremely wealthy. I can steal his money to support you!â
Winston gave Millie a sideway glance. Right then, he decided to stop driving just to hear what else she might say that would shock him to the core.
He had never realized that Millie was quite the smooth talker.
Noticing his gaze on her, Millie assumed he was interested, so she perked up.
âWhen the time comes, I can easily give you tens of millions of dollars. That way, you donât have to work as a gigolo anymore. You could just enjoy life! Isnât that the greatest idea?â
Winston sneered. He crossed his arms and stared at her. Even now, she still didnât know who he was. Instead, she continued to blabber about enjoying life.
He figured it was time to bring her back to reality