Chapter 241
Megan watched the teacup in Miles' hand, steam curling upward as she lifted her gaze through it to his face.
"Why?" she asked.
Miles didn't mind that she didn't take the tea. He set the teacup before her, poured himself another, and said, "I admire you."
He met her eyes and said seriously, "I like you."
That didn't move her. She had just clawed her way out of a wrecked marriage and wasn't about to tumble into another just because Miles said he liked her.
"I don't get it," she said. "You could pick anyone. I'm not that special."
"No," Miles replied. "You are."
She didn't know how to respond. The whole thing felt off.
"Sorry, I'm not ready to think about marriage," she said finally, staring at the teacup on the table.
Who even proposed like this—over a cup of tea?
She had just signed her divorce papers and needed time to breathe. Remarriage, or whoever she might end up with, could wait.
Besides, she had Stella. She couldn't just think about herself.
The "Celestial Voice" fina

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