Miles’ POV
"This is who you are, Miles. You’re pathetic,” Daphne spits, her annoyance cutting deep. “One minute, you say you likeme, and now you’re saying you love me? Wow, Miles. I should really give it to you.” Her voice drips with sarcasm, but underneath it, there’s something else—hurt, disbelief. “I’m not in the mood for this bullshit, so I need you to leave this room.”
"Daphne, I’m not joking with you. I truly love you," I say, my voice raw, edged with pain. "I’ve tried to suppress my feelings because of this whole situation, but I can’t hide how I feel anymore. I love you, Daphne."
She lets out a loud, bitter laugh, and the sound stings more than I expected.
"Wow, Mr. Harrington. You really aren’t a bad actor. Maybe you should apply for Hollywood—it would suit you,” she says with
