Chapter 109

She wrinkled her nose. “Mr. Blackwood, has anyone ever told you how cheesy you sound?” Daimon chuckled, an unusual warmth flickering in his expression. “No. You’re the first.” That smile—soft, almost tender—was something she had never seen before. It unsettled her, so she quickly turned away. “I just wanted to see how different the room would look after another change.” “Then take your time,” Daimon said without hesitation. He gestured to the servants, signaling them to redo everything again. Enlyan, realizing she had pushed things far enough, sat back in silence, but soon, a different discomfort took over. Her stomach grumbled lightly. “I’m hungry,” she announced, stretching lazily. “When are we eating?” Auntie Kira, who had barely held back her frustration, now looked ready to throw something. But out of respect for Daimon, she took a deep breath and forced herself to respond. “I’ll cook now.” “Good. But just so you know, I don’t eat spicy food. Or sour food. Or sweet food. Or anythi