Chapter 87

Enlyan lay down, hoping to shut her eyes and block out his presence. She tried to convince herself that Daimon being in the same room didn’t bother her, but it was a lie. Her nerves were on edge, and she just wanted some peace. Reaching out to adjust her pillow, she froze—realizing it was gone. Turning her head, she spotted Daimon holding her pillow, his expression smug and triumphant. He lifted it to his nose and took a deliberate sniff, his lips curling into a playful grin. "Smells good," he remarked casually. Fury reignited in Enlyan’s chest, and she glared at him with blazing eyes. "Daimon, you’re such a scoundrel! Give it back!" Daimon just chuckled, seemingly unfazed by her outburst. Seeing him act so shamelessly made her stomach twist with frustration. How had she never noticed this side of him during their three years of marriage? If she had known he was like this back then, maybe she wouldn’t have fallen for him at all. Enlyan clenched her teeth, feeling her patience snapping