Chapter 6

Damian, on the other hand, found himself inexplicably irritated. Why? That woman wasn’t Enlyan. He was certain of it. And yet… why did she feel so familiar? No. He clenched his jaw and dismissed the thought. This woman was nothing more than a stranger. Right? And yet… If Enlyan knew that he had deliberately approached her, she would have been thrilled. She had always worn her heart on her sleeve when it came to him. But that woman just now—there was nothing in her eyes. No emotion. No recognition. Still, her gaze… those eyes… They were just like Enlyan’s. Damian suddenly halted. Ertha, caught off guard, bumped straight into his back. "Mr. Blackwood, I'm sorry!" He quickly stepped back, rubbing his nose. But Damian wasn’t paying attention. His gaze was locked on the direction the woman had gone. She had walked off without hesitation, as if their encounter meant nothing. As if he meant nothing. She disappeared into the bathroom, but the way she moved… that walk. His jaw tightened. "Mr. B