I'm still reeling from the shock of discovering Miller's daughter. I couldn't believe he had kept it a secret from me, and the fact that he asked me to marry him without even preparing me for the encounter with his daughter is just too much.
I was trying to process my thoughts and emotions when the door burst open, and Miller stormed into the suite.
"Why did you leave like that?" he demands, his voice laced with anger. "You practically stormed out of the place, creating a scene in front of everyone," he continues, his eyes blazing with frustration.
I feel a surge of defensiveness, but I try to calm myself down. "You didn't tell me you had a daughter," I say, my voice shaking slightly. "You didn't even prepare me for meeting her. And then you asked me to marry you. It's all just too much
