Chapter 379


    Chapter: 379


    As Mylo’s hand reached for the mysterious drink, he caught Millie’s radiant smile, which was aimed at someone. His eyes


    followed the trail andnded on Mrs. Barton.


    With a smile on her face, Mrs. Barton stood, collected her bag, and gracefully approached.


    Mrs. Barton and her secretary arrived at their side with a dignified air.


    “Miss Brown, a pleasure to meet you once again,” Mrs. Barton offered, her smile a warm beacon.


    Millie, now aware of Mrs. Barton’s presence, reciprocated the smile.


    She never anticipated that Mrs. Barton would approach her. She must still remember their meeting in the forest.


    Rising hastily, Millie shifted to make room, graciously offering two seats.


    “Mrs. Barton and Simon, please make yourselvesfortable.”


    Mrs. Barton declined with a shake of her head. “No, thank you. This ce isn’t quite my scene; it’s a haven for youth. | came to


    observe, but | must depart.”


    Mylo, a statue of shock, wondered in silence how Millie knew Mrs. Barton. Was it through his brother’s introduction?


    “py the way, | adore the photos you captured of me. Have you studied photography?” Mrs. Barton inquired, her curiosity piqued.


    Their morning encounter had seen Millie spend an hour photographing Mrs. Barton in the snow. Her selflessness surprised Mrs.


    Barton, who was ustomed to people seeking favors.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    At the outset, she entertained the idea that the young girl might be aware of her identity as Mrs. Barton. As a result, she eagerly


    offered her services to take photographs, hoping to gain some benefits from their connection.


    Often seeking her signature, requesting photographs, or even soliciting mary favors from her. Mrs. Barton encountered such


    utilitarian individuals on numerous asions.


    Yet Millie’s generosity, especially on such a frigid day, stood out like a beacon.


    Such a girl was surely of high moral fiber.


    “Im no photographer. Photography is a mere hobby,” Millie replied, modestly deflecting thepliment. “It’s an honor that you


    appreciate my work.”


    Mrs. Barton’s astonishment bubbled forth as she asked, “Then what do you do?”


    Millie found herself at a loss for words. Was she simply a full-time wife?


    Mylo intervened, painting Millie in glowing terms.


    “she’s a remarkable jewelry designer. If you desire a unique design, she’s the one to consult.”


    Simon’s exmation burst forth, tinged with a touch of exaggeration. “Oh my goodness! Are you a jewelry designer? Your photos


    are absolutely stunning, and your mastery of the camera is truly impressive. We had assumed you were a professional


    photographer! You are truly remarkable!”