When Love Comes Late
Chapter 1241

Miley sat, a picture of helplessness, unsure of her next move.

Roy’s face twisted into a grimace, his voice icy with contempt.

“Neville must be truly remarkable, to have you so hung up on him.

”

“No, no,” Miley stammered, a hint of fear creeping into her voice as she shook her head vehemently.

“It was just a slip of the tongue.

I’ve moved on, really.

”

But Roy’s dissatisfaction was evident.

His expression darkened further as he stood abruptly, closing the distance between them.

The Ferris wheel continued its ascent, nearing its apex.

Miley, uncertain of Roy’s intentions, retreated until the confined space of the cabin left her back pressed against the window, with nowhere else to go.

As they approached the Ferris wheel’s peak, Roy’s gaze bore into her, unrelenting.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, his grip firm and unyielding.

“Am I not good enough for you? Why is it always Neville?

What does he have that I don’t?”

Frozen with fear, Miley trembled under his scrutiny.

Roy’s words felt like a physical assault, leaving her immobilized, robbed of the strength to even speak.

She mustered the courage to look up at Roy, only to see his features contorted with rage.

Miley’s heart raced with dread, fearful of the unpredictable fury that might be unleashed.

“Roy, are you insane? Let go of me!” Miley’s voice trembled with a mixture of fear and disbelief.

After a tense moment, Roy’s grip relaxed, and he stepped back, his face twisting into a sardonic smile.

“Miley, I love you.

I can’t bear the thought of losing you.

”

Miley, too shaken to respond, shrank back into the corner of the cabin, her body quivering uncontrollably.

The man before her was a stark, unsettling contrast to the man she had once known.

He had transformed, in her eyes, into something monstrous.

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As soon as the Ferris wheel came to a halt and the door swung open, Miley bolted out, her only thought to escape.

But Roy was quick to follow.

“Miley, slow down.

Wait for me!” he called after her.

Whirling around, Miley confronted him, her voice resolute.

“Roy, it’s over.

Stay away from me!”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and fled.

She ran until the distance between them felt safe, finally slowing to a stop on a quiet street.

Collapsing onto a bench, she fought for breath, tears streaming down her face.

In the aftermath, she pulled out her phone with trembling hands, scrolling through her contacts in search of someone to confide in, but found no one.