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

League 388

“But he’s still so young,” Millie responded with a frown.

Vanessa chuckled. “He’ll grow up eventually. It’s good to start training him now. You and Dr. Quinn should go home and get some rest.”

Millie fell silent. Without saying anything else, she walked away with Lainey.

In the elevator, Millie stared at the changing numbers and heard Lainey remark, “She’s working so hard because she wants the deputy chief position.”

“Is she qualified enough?” asked Millie.

Lainey smiled knowingly and answered, “She is.”

Aside from Yoel, Vanessa was the best fit. Lainey’s words confirmed to Millie that the deputy chief position was practically Vanessa’s.

On the drive home, Millie received a call from Rachel.

“Hey, superstar, done with your meeting?” Millie teased.

Rachel sounded dejected as she said, “Yeah, it’s over. My manager has taken me away, so don’t miss me.”

“I won’t be seeing you again?” Millie inquired.

Rachel responded, “See you at the cruise party.”

On the weekend, Millie went downstairs, yawning.

Seeing that she was still half asleep, Terrence tapped the table and asked, “Mills, I’m meeting a friend for tennis today. Do you want to join me?”

Millie looked up. Tennis?

“Sure,” she agreed.

“Hurry up and change. I’ll wait for you outside.” Terrence was thrilled that his daughter would join him.

Millie nodded and went to change. She really needed to get some exercise, or she would feel stiff and achy.

It was a beautiful day, sunny and perfect for exercise. Millie put on a white T–shirt and a black skirt. She then tied her hair in a simple ponytail, which gave her a youthful look.

At the tennis club, as soon as the Caldwells‘ car came to a halt, the owner immediately approached and greeted them, “Welcome, Mr. Caldwell and Ms. Caldwell!”

Standing beside Terrence, Millie smiled courteously at the club owner.

“I have an appointment,” Terrence told the owner.

The club owner pointed inside and said, “Mr. Sullivan is already waiting for you.”

With that, Terrence led Millie into the club.

The moment they entered the court, the sound of rackets hitting the balls filled the air. The place was relatively empty, with mostly young women around.

In front of Court 10, she saw the same man she had met in the car–Kennedy. So, Terrence was playing tennis with this man.

Millie couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, feeling somewhat worried. Her father was in his 50s, yet here he was, playing with someone in his 20s. Would Terrence be able to keep up?

Kennedy smiled and extended his hand toward Millie. “Nice to see you again, Ms. Caldwell.”

“Hello, Mr. Sullivan,” Millie said, nodding and briefly shaking his hand before retracting her own.

Kennedy looked down and hummed in acknowledgment.

“I’m going to take a call. You two can start without me.”

After saying that, Terrence turned to answer his phone.

Millie watched her father’s retreating figure and then glanced around at the young people in the club!

“It seems like my dad is the oldest here,” she commented.

Kennedy smiled. “Mr. Caldwell may be older, but he’s young at heart. He chose this place himself.”

“Oh?” Millie blinked repeatedly and asked, “Are you collaborating with my family?”

“Yes,” Kennedy answered calmly.

“Care for a game?” he asked while tossing a ball to Millie. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Millie caught the ball and looked at him with mixed feelings. She couldn’t quite figure him out.

Simon’s kindness had a way of warming hearts. But Kennedy was calm and distant, polite yet with a subtle edge.

Millie decided not to analyze him further. She raised the tennis ball and said, “Let’s do it!”