Chapter 378

It turned out to be a bar!

Millie was taken aback. A bar? What could be so entertaining about it? She had hoped for something more thrilling, and now she

felt that going out for a walk would have been a better choice.

“Millie, shall we head inside?”

Millie responded with a shake of her head, ready to leave, saying, “I can’t go in. | don’t drink.”

“Don't worry, there are other options besides alcohol,” Mylo reassured, finding it hard to believe that someone wouldn't enjoy the

atmosphere of a bar.

Intrigued, since the bar seemed unusually quiet, Millie relented, saying, “Alright, I'll stick around for a bit.” The pair found an open

table and took their seats.

“What'll you have to drink? I’ll fetch it for you,” Mylo offered.

Millie’s eyes surveyed the selection at the bar counter before deciding, “Orange juice will do.”

The thought of the one and a half million weighed heavily on her mind, and the mere sight of alcohol made her feel uneasy.

With a nod of respect for Millie’s choice, Mylo went to the counter and ordered a cocktail for himself and an orange juice for her.

Millie’s first taste of the orange juice made her notice that this bar had a distinct ambiance. It was calm, without the blare of loud

music. She realized that there was a star-rated hotel upstairs, which would necessitate a quieter environment.

As they settled in, Millie caught Mylo glancing at her now and then, causing her to feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Breaking the silence, Mylo suddenly asked, “What are your thoughts on your husband?”

He found Millie’s lack of concern for Marcus puzzling. After all, Marcus was handsome and wealthy, qualities that usually

attracted attention.

Millie was taken aback by his abrupt question. She responded cautiously, “Why do you want to know?”

“Just a bit of curiosity,” Mylo said. “What’s your opinion of him?”

Millie considered for a moment before answering coolly, “He’s quite accomplished, a successful entrepreneur.”

Mylo’s brow furrowed, and he was disappointed with her response. He had detected a hint of anxiety in Millie's eyes and

suspected she was holding back.

He mentally braced himself to push further.

Despite having won one and a half million the night before, it was nothing compared to his usual losses.

A betrayal had been etched in his heart. Since she deceived me, don’t fault me for my ill actions.

His gaze swept the counter, finally landing on a green beverage named Mist, devoid of the tang of alcohol. He was certain that

Millie remained ignorant of its existence.