I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 210

The knock sounded again. Miles rubbed his aching temples, stood up, and opened the door.

A man standing outside handed him a document.

Miles took it, glanced at it, and frowned deeply.

"Alright, I got it. You can head back now."

But the man didn't leave immediately as instructed. He opened his mouth a few times, hesitating, as if he had something crucial to say but couldn't get the words out.

Seeing this, Miles's voice turned icy. "Are you ignoring my orders now? Remember your place. Know what you should and shouldn't do, and keep your nose out of things that don't concern you."

Hearing this, the man didn't dare say another word and turned to leave.

Lyra lay in bed, silently watching the exchange.

She recognized the man at the door.

He was the Gardners' Chief Assistant, Jace York.

He had always accompanied Ezekiel Gardner to public events, so Lyra was familiar with him.

As for what they were discussing, she had no interest whatsoever.

She pushed herself up, leaning heavily against the wall. Her body still felt entirely drained, especially her legs.

If she hadn't braced herself, she would have collapsed to her knees from the weakness.

She made her way to the bathroom and stared at her pale, fragile reflection in the mirror.

Anyone could see just how exhausted she looked.

Lyra splashed water on her face, finally managing to look a bit more awake.

When she stood up straight, she noticed Miles had been standing in the doorway for God knew how long.

"Where's the first-aid kit?"

Defeated, Miles pointed to a nearby cabinet.

"On top of there."

Lyra turned, spotted it, and walked over briskly to grab the supplies. She returned to his side and sat down.

Her movements were meticulous and gentle as she cleaned and bandaged his wound, finishing it off with a neat little bow.

Miles stared at the bow on his hand, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"All done."

Lyra let out a breath, followed by a heavy cough as her throat flared with irritation.

Miles immediately leaned in, his voice laced with concern. "You're still not fully recovered. Dad mentioned a package was dropped off earlier. Give me the address, and I'll go get it for you. Unless there's an emergency, just stay here with me for the time being. It's safer with me around, and you won't have to worry about looking over your shoulder. I can handle everything."