Neville, seemingly well-prepared, escorted Miley to the top floor of the hotel, where there was high-ss French restaurant.


    From their seats, they had a breathtaking view of the sea below.


    A impably dressed manager led them to their table.


    Neville, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for Miley and ced the menu in front of her.


    “What would you like to eat?”


    Miley was touched by his considerate gestures.


    As she perused the menu, she suddenly sensed someone approaching.


    Raising her head, she spotted a gracefully attireddy standing before them.


    Her hair was meticulously arranged in a bun, and she wore a hand-embroidered dress paired with a knitted cardigan.


    A white pearl brooch adorned her chest, matching the round pearl ne around her neck.


    The woman exuded an air of elegance, though her face remained expressionless.


    Before Miley could fully process the situation, the elegantdy had already arrived at their table.


    “Mom, what brings you here?” Neville’s eyes widened in surprise.


    Upon learning that it was Neville’s mother, Miley swiftly rose to her feet and greeted, “Nice to meet you, Mrs.


    Pierce.


    ”


    However, Amya Pierce seemed to pay her no mind, as though she hadn’t even heard Miley’s words.


    Ufortably, Miley adjusted her hair and found herself torn between sitting back down or remaining on her feet.


    Neville frowned, ready to speak, but Amya beat him to it.


    “What are you doing here today? Don’t you have work at thepany?”


    She gazed at Neville, a warm smile adorning her face.


    Her demeanor towards her son was markedly different from her attitude towards Miley.


    Neville appeared displeased as he began, “I brought my friend here for a meal…”


    Before he could properly introduce Miley, he was cut off by Amya.


    “Friend?” Amya echoed, a faint smile on her lips.


    “Thisdy seems rather unfamiliar.


    How did you two meet? Why haven’t I heard of her before?”


    “Because we’re not just ordinary friends.


    ” Neville walked over to Miley, his tone turning serious.


    “Her name is Miley Cullen, and I’m actively pursuing a rtionship with her.


    ”Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    He attempted to hold Miley’s hand, but she deftly evaded his grasp.


    As Amya scrutinized Miley, a hint of panic flitted across thetter’s eyes.