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League 84
League 84
Millle and Rachel entered the private booth at the Eclipse Café at the same time.
Rachel asked, “So what did you end up choosing?”
“Obviously I chose to go back to work at the hospital There’s no way my divorce with Winston is going to happen anytime soon. Selma is watching!” Millie said with a sigh.
“What a poor darling. You just escaped the jaws of marriage, but now you’re about to suffer in the workplace!” Rachel said, unable to hold back a laugh.
Millie closed the door to the private booth and sighed. Suddenly, a creepy smile spread across her face as she lifted the mini medical kit in her hands. “Come on, superstar! Let me show you some good, proper loving!”
Rachel shuddered. “Ugh! You’re so gross!”
After finishing her filming schedule, Rachel mentioned she was hurting all over and felt horrible.
Millie immediately rushed to meet her with all her medical supplies. She was prepared to help cure all
of Bachel’s weariness and soreness.
“Take those clothes off! Millie said as she looked hungrily at Rachel.
Nobody would say no to looking at a beautiful woman.
The corners of Rachel’s mouth twitched, and her pretty features scrunched up. She wrapped her arms around herself in fear as she said, “Millie, I can’t take anything off when you’re scaring me like
that.
“Go ahead and strip! I can afford it!” Millie said with raised eyebrows, looking like a creepy lecher at a strip club.
Rachel paused as if she was really thinking about it.
The two of them looked at each other and began to laugh.
“Wow, Mills. Your acting is so much better than the lead actor of the show I’m filming right now!”
“Of course!”
Rachel lay down face–first on the soft bench as Millie took out her acupuncture needles.
The shiny, personalized needles shone menacingly in their case. Rachel inhaled sharply and said, “Be gentle.”
Millie looked up at Rachel when she heard that. She somehow recalled what Winston had said to her that morning.
“Be more gentle next time.”
Millie looked down and let out a sigh. Her wide almond eyes glinted softly as her heart clenched bitterly.
Rachel heard her sigh and looked at her best friend.
Only Winston could get Millie to sigh like that.
“Let me look at your tattoo,” Rachel said suddenly.
Millie prepared her tools as she let Rachel look at her tattoo.
Rachel gently caressed Millie’s scar. She looked at Millie with eyes full of tenderness.
Millie had almost drowned an icy death in that ocean to save Winston. That Icy ocean hadn’t drowned
her flaming love, but it had been put out by their three years of marriage.
“Does Winston know that you were the one who saved him back then?” Rachel asked Millie.
Millie looked up. “Probably?”
“If he knows, why does he still treat you like that?”
Millie chuckled helplessly. He hadn’t brought it up at all these past few years.
She naturally couldn’t keep bringing it up, either.
“Let the bygones be bygones.”
That was proof of her love for him. Even though the love she gave him for the past seven years was worth nothing to him, it represented a good chunk of her youth that she couldn’t wipe away.
Millie waved a hand and stopped Rachel from bringing it up further. To talk about it more would be pouring salt on her own wound.
Rachel frowned. She couldn’t help but feel devastated for her friend.
“Come and lie down,” Millie said as she rubbed her hands gleefully.
“Okay!” Rachel stopped talking and laid back down, allowing Millie to do what she did best.
Millie’s technique was nearly flawless. Her acupuncture never hurt and was always extremely precise.
Everyone thought Millie was the black sheep of the Caldwell family. After all, they were known for their medical skills, except for Millie.
They had no idea how skilled she actually was, especially when it came to acupuncture. Her special technique was exclusive only to her. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
She could kill someone with a single needle as quickly as she could bring them back to life. Her acupuncture technique was praised by everyone who ever came into contact with it.