Miles’s POV
I wonder how long I’m supposed to keep holding her. My arms feel stiff, and I roll my eyes slightly—until I catch sight of Reynold. His expression is unreadable, but the deep frown on his face is enough to make me immediately let go of Daphne.
“What’s the problem, Miles? I haven’t even gotten a good photo yet,” Grandfather says, holding up his phone, clearly amused by the moment.
I swallow hard. “Reynold… trust me, it’s not what you think,” I say, my words coming out more rushed than I intended.
But he doesn’t even look at me. Instead, he turns to Grandfather with an easy smile. “Grandfather, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” His voice is warm, his tone respectful—so different from how he sounded a moment ago.
“Oh, my boy,” Grandfather chuckles, pulling him into a hu
