Chapter 1369: Chapter 1369: For His Daughter, Mr. Mills Took the Initiative

Under the night curtain, amidst the brilliant city nightscape, the departing Maybach was not moving fast.

Trevor sat in the spacious driver’s seat, his face imprinted with soft light, making him even more captivating.

A song was playing in the car, with lyrics especially fitting for the moment, also calming his heart—

It was Mao Buyi’s "One Meat, One Vegetable".

"The moon is bright, the wind is gentle, but you are knocking at my window..." Without knowing when, Janelle Mills seemed to have entered Trevor’s heart, replacing Jocelyn Morgan’s place.

The car window rolled down, the speed wasn’t fast, and the cool breeze gently blew in.

The smile at the corner of Trevor’s mouth was incomparably gentle, and he suddenly enjoyed the current situation very much, liking this slower-paced relationship.

Because slowing down is not just a momentary impulse, it is sincere, full of ritual, and especially thorough.

Going slower helps to clearly understand one’s own heart.

At night, in a certain hotel suite, high-end and luxurious, clean and tidy.

The daughter locked the door, and Carlotta Sterling didn’t look for her again, and the mother-daughter relationship fell into a stalemate.

Carlotta wasn’t feeling great either. She opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and sat on the sofa.

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back twenty years... standing in this city, breathing the same air as him.

Recalling the small moments with Nathan Mills, this strong woman couldn’t help but have her eyes moisten.

Those beautiful things have always been buried deep in her heart but she dared not reminisce. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The reason she is so stubborn about her daughter’s issue is that she is angry at Nathan Mills, and the reason she is angry is because she cares.

The same night, in the Mills family villa, brightly lit, yet seemed somewhat empty.

Nathan Mills stood alone on the terrace, his tall figure silhouetted against the light, holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.

With one hand leaning on the railing, the howling evening wind couldn’t disperse the worry and anxiety between his brows.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and only after a while did he exhale circles of smoke. No one knew what he was thinking.

But for the sake of his daughter’s happiness, his relationship with Carlotta Sterling couldn’t remain this tense; life is short, it’s time to reconcile.

That night, the once loving couple both stayed up all night, thinking of each other simultaneously.

The next morning.

The hotel doorbell rang early, Carlotta Sterling had risen early, as she couldn’t sleep last night.

She walked to the door, thinking it was the cleaning aunt.

Just as she opened the door, ready to say cleaning wasn’t needed, she saw Nathan Mills in a suit, holding a large bouquet of roses.

Carlotta’s eyes widened, her heart shocked, because they hadn’t seen each other in nearly twenty years...

He had obviously aged, with gray hair at the temples, and his face engraved with the marks of time.

In Nathan Mills’ eyes, his ex-wife was still as beautiful as a flower, whether in figure or fashion, there was nothing to fault.

In the moment their eyes met, there was a soft pain in Carlotta’s heart.

Nathan Mills looked at her gently.

All the grievances a single mother has suffered over the years surged toward her, making her quickly react and attempt to shut the door!!

But Nathan Mills, with quick eyes and hands, lifted his large hand to prop open the door, "..." the strength disparity between men and women.

The two remained in a standoff.

Despite Carlotta using her whole body to block the door, she didn’t want to see him! Or perhaps, she wasn’t ready to see him today.

Since Nathan Mills had come, he couldn’t possibly leave, and eventually, he pushed the door open.

Afraid of knocking Carlotta down, he elegantly pulled her hand as he entered, pulling her to the other side, thus avoiding being hit by the door.

Carlotta compromised, pulling her hand back, turned around with her arms crossed, not looking at him directly!

After all these years, it showed she was still angry.

Nathan Mills sighed softly, turning to close the door.

Holding the bouquet of roses, he stepped in front of her, his sincere gaze landing on her face, but Carlotta deliberately avoided his gaze.

"Carlotta, I remember you loved roses the most." Nathan Mills glanced at the flowers in his arms, his lips slightly lifted, "These weren’t bought from the florist; I went to the Hawthorne family garden early in the morning and hand-picked them for you."

Because the flowers there are of fine varieties, and their fragrance is more intense.