“Miller Compton is already engaged to the heiress of a trading company?”
That was the headline.
I narrowed my eyes at the screen where I saw a picture of Miller talking in a podium while wearing a navy blue coat and a maroon tie.
I didn’t bother reading the whole article because I felt something in me crash down. My chest suddenly felt heavy that I find it harder to breathe.
I gave the phone to Marie and started to calm myself—trying not to show Marie how uncomfortable I am with that article.
Marie looked at me in the mirror with her lips pressed tightly together. Her eyes are sharp like she’s trying to give me a warning.
“I’m fine,” I told her before she opens her mouth.
I held my aching head as I sat on the bed. My heart is beating too fast as memories started to rain in my
