She's out of Your League Now (Millie and Winston)

League 36

When Millie turned to look, Winston was lying on the floor.

His hand was holding his stomach, and his face was pale. He looked extremely unwell.

Mille’s heart seized. She walked over and kneeled beside him, her face etched with concern.

“Winston!” she shouted.

However, when she thought of how she and Winston were basically unrelated, she retracted the hand she’d extended.

With Eli present, he wouldn’t let anything happen to Winston.

Millie looked down and shoved down her concern. She got up to leave.

Eli shouted hurriedly, “Mrs. Greer!”

Milli said tonelessly, “Eli, he must’ve drank too much wine, which triggered his gastric problems. Send him to the hospital and inform Joanna about his situation.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Eli looked at Millie, slightly surprised that those words came from her mouth.

In the past, whenever something happened to Winston, Millie would always be the first to appear by his side.

As she was about to leave, the man’s icy fingers held onto hers. “Mills,” he murmured.

Millie immediately looked at Winston. His brow was tightly furrowed, and his expression was contorted into one of extreme pain.

At that moment, Millie’s heart stuttered. She opened her mouth to say something.

Eli said hurriedly, “Mrs. Greer, it would be better if you accompanied Mr. Greer to the hospital,”

Winston’s hand tightened on the clothes on his chest. Millie couldn’t find it in herself to overthink. She nodded.

Together with Eli, they helped Winston into the car.

Millie supported Winston’s shoulder while he leaned on her. His mind was buzzing, and his head felt heavy.

Eli looked back at them. He was dri