I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 141

Lyra sprang to her feet, stumbling a step backward.

"No, this absolutely cannot happen between us."

Seeing her about to trip over the coffee table, Miles abandoned all restraint and surged forward to catch her.

In a chaotic blur, Lyra found herself scooped up into his arms.

His searing body heat radiated against her, burning her skin.

Instinctively, she shrank back, desperate to put distance between them.

Miles noted her reaction, a flash of something unreadable crossing his eyes.

A second later, he set her down gently.

"Careful."

Lyra seemed to realize her reaction had been too extreme, and the alcohol buzzing in her head was quickly fading.

She took a deep breath and forced a smile. "I know, Miles. It's getting late, so I'm going to bed."

With that, she turned and headed upstairs.

Miles stood rooted to the spot, watching her disappear up the staircase as a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He could clearly feel that the atmosphere between them had irrevocably shifted.

Sitting back on the living room sofa, Miles gently swirled the liquor in his glass, his smile deepening.

The next morning.

Lyra woke up early, got ready, and left the villa.

As she walked out, Miles was standing on the upper landing, watching her retreating figure until she completely disappeared from his line of sight.

Then, he pulled out his phone and dialed his most recent contact.

It rang for a moment before someone answered.

"This is the latest proposal from the design department regarding the new seasonal apparel line. Please take a look, and let me know if there are any issues so I can relay the feedback."

Lyra took it, gave it a cursory glance, and set it aside before looking up at him.

"Let's put this on hold for a second. There's a trade conference next week. I need you to look into it—find out exactly who is attending and what their specific preferences are. Also, the international design competition held every four years should be coming up soon, if I remember correctly. Find out the exact location, the registration rules, and all the details. If we qualify to enter, pull up the data on past contestants and their work, especially the winning pieces."

Quincy mentally logged every instruction and gave a firm nod.

Satisfied, Lyra picked the proposal back up, reviewed it carefully, and used her pen to circle a few problematic areas before handing it back.

"Alright, that will be all for now."

"Understood, VP Lennox. If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work."

Lyra nodded, and Quincy left the office.

A little while later, she stood up, walked over to Harrison's office, and knocked on the door.