Chapter 105

Enlyan let out a sharp breath, her nails pressing into her palms. "Have you even given me a chance to think?" she bit out, her voice filled with resentment. Daimon smirked, though there was no humor in his expression. There was something almost cruelly satisfying in seeing her like this—fighting, resisting, refusing to bend. He had expected this, but it still fascinated him. He took a step closer, lowering his voice. "You don’t need time to think, Enlyan. You already know the answer." As Daimon looked at Enlyan, a flicker of the past surfaced in his mind. He could still remember her from years ago—bright, full of life, and endlessly devoted to him. The way her eyes had once shone with admiration whenever she looked at him was a memory etched deep in his mind. Back then, she had given him her heart without hesitation, yet he had been too blind, too proud, to recognize what he truly felt for her. Now, standing before her again, with bitterness and resentment in her gaze instead of warmth