Chapter 30

She leaned lazily against the pillows, her posture effortless yet undeniably sensual. "A woman who gives birth to your child must love you deeply. And yet, you let her stay in the Blackwood house as an unmarried mother? That’s not exactly honorable, is it?" Her voice was smooth, casual—too casual. Daimon didn’t even glance at her body. His eyes were locked onto hers. Because something about them bothered him. Those eyes—they were different. Where was the jealousy? The heartbreak? The desperate longing? This wasn’t the Enlyan he knew. He had expected anger. Resentment. Pain. But instead, her gaze was empty. Unshaken. Unmoved. It shouldn't be like this. She loved him. She had always loved him. Then why did she look at him like he was nothing but a distant memory? Enlyan met his stare without hesitation. Let him look. Let him search for the woman who used to love him. Because she was gone. The old Enlyan—the foolish, infatuated girl who once worshipped him—had drowned. What stood before D