It was during the holidays.
The young girl had drunk too much while out with friends. Terrified of being scolded by their parents, she had called him to pick her up.
Among the crowd, his eyes locked onto Lyra instantly.
In the span of half a year, it was as if she had suddenly grown up, blossoming into a stunning and graceful young woman.
He took her home. She was playfully mischievous, tugging at his cheeks and tweaking his nose.
He carried her upstairs, and in her drunken daze, she mumbled...
When she was little, she thought he was so handsome and always wanted to marry him when she grew up, but her parents said they couldn't, so she couldn't think about it anymore.
Hearing those words, Miles felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind raced back to the little girl who used to trail behind him everywhere.
Once he realized the depth of his feelings, he struggled with them for a long time.
To numb himself, he could count the number of times he visited home during his four years of college on two hands.
Until later, when she stood stubbornly in the pouring rain outside the Lennox estate for three days and nights, all just to marry Maxwell.
In that moment, an indescribable darkness had consumed him. He felt as though he could destroy Maxwell just to stop her.
But under those circumstances, Lyra had looked at him, heavy tears rolling down her cheeks, and softly pleaded.
"Miles, I really love him. I can't live without him."
His heart gave way.
Faced with the girl he had adored since childhood, he chose to step back, knowing they could never be together.
After Lyra got married, he accidentally got drunk one night and slipped up. Harrison and Eleanor overheard his drunken confession.
They ignored everything he had done for the family and bluntly told him that even if Maxwell were out of the picture, it could never be him.



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