I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 103

Miles's eyes were dark, and under the dim lighting, they looked like an endless abyss, ready to pull anyone in.

The next second, he pressed her head firmly against his chest.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, leaning into her as if seeking comfort.

Just as a strange, unfamiliar feeling began to bloom in Lyra's chest, he suddenly let go and took a step back.

Before she could even process what had happened, he muttered something.

"I'm such an idiot, getting the two of you mixed up."

Lyra froze.

So... his strange behavior was just because he mistook her for someone else.

Knowing that, she felt a wave of relief wash over her.

A soft smile touched her lips.

"Miles, you really drank way too much."

Stepping forward, she wrapped an arm around him and helped him up the stairs.

Because of that, she completely missed the heavy, deeply buried emotion in his eyes as he looked at her.

Lyra managed to maneuver him into his room. Just as she was about to help him onto the bed, he mumbled something.

"Thirsty."

Sighing in defeat, she guided him to the sofa first, poured a glass of water, and held it out to him.

When he made no move to take it, she let out another sigh and gently guided the glass to his lips herself.

He really was wasted.

Remembering what he had said downstairs, Lyra sat down next to him.

"Miles, do you have feelings for someone? Is it that girl from the Chambers family?"

She was genuinely curious. She didn't have any ulterior motives; she just wanted to know what kind of girl caught his eye.

Suddenly, he turned to look at her, his expression dead serious.

"Do you still have feelings for Maxwell?"

At that moment, he looked like a stubborn child who had been denied his favorite candy, obsessing over a single detail and refusing to let it go.

She honestly didn't know how else to explain it to him—being over someone meant she didn't love him anymore.

Finally, deciding he really was just incredibly drunk and would probably forget this entire conversation by morning, she forced a change of subject.

"It's late, Miles. Let's not argue about pointless things. I'm taking you to bed so you can sleep, okay?"

He pressed his lips into a thin line and stayed quiet.

Taking that as a yes, she stood up and helped him toward the bed.

The second she let go, he collapsed face-first onto the mattress.

The heavy thud made her jump.

It also caught the attention of Eleanor, who happened to be walking past the room on her way downstairs for water.

"Miles? Is everything okay?"

Hearing her mother's voice, Lyra glanced at the now unconscious man on the bed and shook her head with a helpless smile.