All Chapters of Break The Ice: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

**MYLES** I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Sticking my nose where it didn’t belong, trying to defend someone who, for all I knew, got himself into this mess to begin with. If there weren’t traces of him being a cold-hearted, manipulative jerk, maybe his uncle wouldn’t have singled him out of seven billion people on Earth. What did I care if he was being used? I glanced at the bathroom door, listening to the shower still running. It’d been almost an hour since he went in. Was he... I squared my shoulders and sank back against the sofa. The question was: *was he being used?* With how easily he got into people’s heads... I rolled up my sleeves, staring at the red dent around my wrist, and grimaced. *Fucking Asher.* If this wasn’t karma, I had no idea what was. In the shadows, he’d pinned me against the wall, his eyes fixed on the hickeys on my neck. Smirking, he’d said, “He’s a big fish. I don’t even blame you.” His face twisted into mock hurt as his grip on my wrist tightened.

I dashed into the hospital, unsure where I was going, ignoring the nurses calling after me with warnings and Jake throwing them apologies as he hurried to get me."Calm down, Myles," he said after snatching me by the shoulders. "You won't find your mum if you lose control. Calm down."So I did, reining in my panic and following behind him as he led me past numerous white doors. According to what he told me, she’d collapsed on the terrace and was just fortunate he was passing by, so he’d taken her to the hospital.Collapsed. Mum never collapsed—she wouldn’t. Mum was strong, but maybe, just maybe, she’d been strong for too long.Five minutes later, I quietly turned a knob and silently walked into a ward, just in case she was asleep, but I was relieved to find her talking to a nurse.When she saw me, a tired smile broke across her lips, and despite my damn self, tears began to brush my lids.I stopped, staring down at her bed, scared that if I spoke, I’d break down completely—in front of

MYLESI could have easily said no, let him throw a tantrum in the hospital, but I didn’t. So now, I’m on his bed, pretending to be asleep and watching him go through his system.He’d taken me back to his place, and true to his word, he only made dinner. Throughout it, he was quiet, never once lifting his head to look at me. What was wrong with him? Was this his new way of punishing me? If so, the silent treatment sucked.Minutes after dinner, I’d freshened up and lazily walked out of his room to thank him and head back to the hospital when Jake’s call came through.“Hey,” I said quietly when I picked up, my eyes on Tristan’s back as he spoke to Al. Something told me he could hear me, was listening.“Myles? I just got back to the hospital, and the nurses told me you left with someone.” His voice was careful. “Where are you?”“I…” I pressed the phone to my ear, closing my eyes and forcing the words out. “I thought I’d go eat something and come back quickly. I’ll be back soon.”Silence f

EROS"...You're not here because of my mother," Myles' voice cut through Eros’ thoughts as he stared up at the picture of a younger Myles and his mother on the wall. "You're not even here on your own."Eros turned around, finding Myles standing at the center of the quiet sitting room. Eros frowned. Did Myles always have this light aura around him? No wonder Tristan couldn't stay away. If there was anything the bastard loved more than anything, it was a mystery.Myles raised a brow, stone-faced.Eros nodded, "You're right. I'm not here on my own. Tristan sent me."He didn’t know what reaction he expected, but it wasn’t the flicker of hope that died almost as quickly as it appeared on Myles' face. He was right—Myles was already in too deep."Tell him my mum is getting better," Myles turned away. "He doesn’t need to send anyone anymore."As Myles made a step to leave the room, Eros called out, "You bumped into Asher. Sadly, that’s my brother."Myles' brows knitted, more in confusion than

MYLES"If this is your way of getting back at me, then I'm telling you it's quite tasteless," I gritted out.When he smirked and fell back onto the sofa in the boutique we were in, I grimaced. That was all the answer I needed."It's a formal occasion," Tristan said, relaxing back, his eyes grazing over my body clad in a grey hoodie and denim jeans. "That would set you apart. As much as I like the way your ass pops in those Levi’s, it won't do."My cheeks burned, and my eyes widened. What the hell was he on about? I turned sharply to the workers behind me: a woman holding a jotter and pen and a middle-aged man holding a measuring tape.It was as though they didn’t hear anything. Perhaps they didn't get the insinuation. But I wasn’t stupid.This place was worth its weight in gold. When I first walked in, the receptionist had given me quite a look—the kind that rudely asked, "Did you miss your way?"Then Tristan popped in behind me, and suddenly I was "sir," with staff telling me not to