Chapter 934

Miles stared at James, his brows knit tightly, fists unconsciously clenching. James now was light-years away from the guy he used to know. Back then, James was just your typical spoiled rich kid—kind-hearted somewhere deep down, but man, his bad habits were a nightmare. He'd drink way too much, treat trash like it belonged anywhere but the bin, and wreck Miles' place completely. Honestly, Miles sometimes felt like James was personally sent by the universe to mess with him—constantly testing his patience in every possible way. There was a time Miles truly believed James would never change. Not even the most qualified therapist—himself included—could fix that guy. But after his parents died, something in James flipped. Quiet. Withdrawn. None of the noisy, over-the-top nonsense anymore. That silence? It wasn't peaceful—it was worrying. Miles had been on edge ever since, always tuning into his moods, making sure the storm wasn't building under that calm surface. The weird part? Outwardly,