Chapter 697

Miles was completely lost in thought on his way home. He knew Samuel wasn't going to just let this go. Honestly, he was so on edge he didn't even dare check his phone—kept it on silent the whole way back. When he walked through the door, he saw James in the kitchen, apron on, making dinner. "Finally! Took you long enough. You eating or what? If not, I'll eat by myself." Miles blinked, looked up at him. "Yeah. I'll eat." James had a bandage on his forehead and a limp, yet somehow he was still humming like nothing happened. Miles figured he'd be shaken up a bit—anyone else nearly getting killed would be, right? But James? Dude looked like psychological trauma just didn't apply to him. He was literally this close to getting murdered today and was still here making stir-fry like it was just a Tuesday. Miles couldn't quite figure James out… But maybe that's what he envied. That kind of... bounce-back. James whipped up chili beef stir-fry—Miles couldn't handle spicy food, so clearly it was f