Heartbreak Billionaire: He should never have let go - Chapter 689

Chapter 689:

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A massive alpaca plush toy dominated one corner, serving as Ari’s preferred climbing apparatus and imaginary steed.

Millie maintained a vigilant watch from nearby, ready to prevent any tumbling mishaps.

When Myron appeared in the doorway, this heartwarming scene greeted his weary eyes, flooding his chest with profound satisfaction.

His knuckles rapped gently against the doorframe to announce his presence. Millie turned to find Myron standing in the doorway, his silhouette framed against the hallway’s soft lighting.

He raised the pastry box with theatrical flourish. “The confectionery beneath my office building—I remembered your particular fondness for their creations from our previous visit.”

Millie rose gracefully to examine his offering more closely.

Inside was an assortment of miniature masterpieces, each dessert crafted to perfection and representing her most cherished favorites.

Millie extended her hands to accept the gift, while Ari abandoned her alpaca throne and scrambled closer to investigate the tantalizing contents.

“Oh my goodness! These look absolutely divine!” Ari’s voice bubbled with pure excitement as sweet anticipation danced across her features.

Millie’s palm found Ari’s silky hair, stroking gently while her eyes sought Myron’s approving gaze. Together, they migrated toward the living room’s comfortable embrace.

“Moderation remains essential, as dinner awaits us shortly,” Myron cautioned Ari with gentle authority, then shifted his attention to Millie. “This applies equally to you, my dear.”

Millie nodded in understanding, her focus absorbed in Ari’s animated expressions and the occasional need to dab sweetness from her tiny lips.

Evening breezes stirred the loose strands of hair around Millie’s face, and the golden hour light transformed her profile into something almost ethereal. In this precious moment, Myron experienced the profound satisfaction of a devoted husband returning home with small tokens of affection for his beloved family.

His heart expanded like a balloon filled beyond capacity with pure joy and contentment.

The remainder of their day dissolved into tender domestic bliss. Ari’s energy eventually surrendered to exhaustion, and she drifted into peaceful slumber within her specially appointed bedroom.

Only after ensuring Ari’s complete comfort did Millie finally claim time for herself.

She luxuriated in a long, steaming shower, changed into comfortable sleepwear, and, as she emerged from her private quarters, encountered Myron in the hallway—he, too, had completed his evening ablutions and was heading toward the kitchen for a nighttime beverage.

He wore casual loungewear that emphasized his relaxed masculinity, while droplets of water still traced glistening paths through his damp hair.

They discovered each other in the corridor’s intimate shadows.

The mansion had settled into evening tranquility, and these two souls stood motionless, drinking in each other’s presence across the carpeted distance.

A towel hung loosely in Millie’s hand as she worked it through her damp hair.

Her gaze shifted toward Myron.

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