Daphne’s POV
“That’s what I thought. You can’t even respond because you’ll never stay away from her, right?” I scoffed, crossing my arms.
Miles’ glare was sharp, but he quickly looked away. “You have no right to tell me what to do,” he snapped.
“Oh, but you can tell me what to do? Because you think you own me, right?” I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head.
His jaw tightened. “Fine then. Have it your way. I’ll stay away from Reynold—but I won’t stand here and be disrespected by your so-called lover.” His tone was sharp, final.
I grabbed my robe and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door harder than necessary. Stripping off my clothes, I placed them where the water wouldn’t reach before turning on the shower. The cool water hit my sore muscles, soothing them, but it did nothing to
