When Love Comes Late
Chapter 1211

“When did you start seeing this guy?” Neville’s expression darkened as he tightened his grip on Miley’s wrist.

Each word seemed to be laboriously ground out through his clenched teeth.

Neville had naively assumed that parting ways with Miley would be as easy as his past breakups.

However, seeing her with another man stirred a torrent of emotions he hadn’t anticipated, leaving him feeling uncontrollable and enraged.

His frustration peaked as he thought of Miley with someone else.

Neville reached out to grip her chin and looked at her maliciously.

Miley struggled, attempting to free herself from his grasp.

“Let me go, Neville.

Do you hear me?”

Instead of releasing her, Neville grabbed Miley’s face even tighter, causing her lips to pout.

Then, in a sudden move, he pressed his lips against hers.

The ki*s was forceful and domineering, leaving Miley struggling for breath.

Just as Miley felt she might suffocate, Neville briefly released her.

However, as soon as she inhaled sharply, he ki*sed her again.

No matter how much Miley tried, she couldn’t break free from his embrace, which only fueled her anger further.

It was Neville who had ended their relationship, and now he was behaving like this.

It was unfair.

In a desperate attempt to escape, Miley bit Neville with all her might.

“Neville, you bastard!”

Neville experienced a dull ache in his mouth, accompanied by the distinct ta

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Instinctively, he withdrew from Miley’s Lips.

Miley’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, a deep red hue taking over.

Shaking slightly, she spat out in anger, “You bastard, consider this a warning.

Dare to provoke me again, and you’ll regret it!”

With those words, she spun on her heel and fled.

Once she was a safe distance away, and certain Neville wasn’t in pursuit, Miley stopped.

Leaning against a wall, she inhaled deeply, fighting the tears threatening to spill.

Despite her apparent victory, she was not as happy as she appeared to be.

Neville, after all, was the one who had gotten engaged first, yet he behaved as if she was the traitor in their love.

“Scoundrel! Bastard!” Miley muttered under her breath, regretting not having slapped him.