Chapter 92

Enlyan forced a bright smile, her tone light but laced with sarcasm. "No need, Mr. Blackwood. I can manage just fine. There’s an old saying—self-reliance brings ample clothes and enough food." She flashed him a smile that was as radiant as spring blossoms, effortlessly masking the turmoil inside her. Then, without giving him a chance to respond, she moved past him, hopping out of the bathroom with surprising agility. Daimon’s eyes followed her, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists. That smile—so dazzling and confident—felt like a slap to his face. It wasn’t the way she used to smile at him, with warmth and adoration. No, this was different—like she was showing him that she didn’t need him anymore. He swallowed the knot of frustration in his throat, his mind racing with thoughts he didn’t want to acknowledge. What did it mean when a woman no longer needed a man? He knew the answer, but he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. Without warning, he spun around and strode toward her,