I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 157

"Then you figure something out," Eleanor snapped. "Honestly, I've thought about this before. We watched Miles grow up. If Lyra really likes him, and we know exactly what kind of person he is, why wouldn't it work?"

"Because it's impossible!"

Harrison's expression was dead serious.

"In the eyes of the public, they've been siblings for years. I will absolutely not allow this kind of scandal to happen."

He paused for a long time after saying that, before adding a final, resolute condition.

"At the very least, I won't allow it."

Having been married to him for so many years, Eleanor knew perfectly well that she couldn't change his mind.

She had already done her utmost regarding the situation.

"Then you handle it yourself. I wash my hands of this."

With that, Eleanor turned and went back inside the villa.

Watching her walk away, Harrison lowered his eyes, his expression heavy with gravity.

Once back inside, Eleanor headed straight to her bedroom to rest.

Harrison, however, marched directly to Miles's door and knocked.

When Miles opened the door and saw Harrison, he didn't look surprised in the slightest.

"May I come in?"

Though phrased as a question, Harrison's tone was an absolute command, leaving no room for refusal.

Naturally, Miles had no intention of turning him away.

He stepped aside to let Harrison in, then closed the door behind him.

Harrison paced around the room for a moment before taking a seat on the sofa.

When exactly had he fallen for Lyra?

Probably from the moment he realized he wasn't truly a Lennox.

He had known from a very young age that he and Lyra shared no blood, though he hadn't fully understood which of them was the biological child.

In his youth, those feelings had just begun to blossom.

When the truth of his adoption leaked, the people he had always outshined banded together to bully him, trying to crush every bit of glory he had ever earned.

It was Lyra who stepped up then, declaring to everyone that no matter what happened, he was her brother, and she would never let anyone bully him.

She was just a young girl starting high school, not very tall, yet she fearlessly stood in front of boys several years older than her to protect him.

Perhaps it was then that a small seed had been planted deep in his heart.

Later, when he went to college, he saw Lyra less and less, his visits home dwindling due to his heavy coursework.