Chapter 110

Daimon’s jaw tightened as he turned off the stove, his focus no longer on cooking but on the carefree laughter coming from the living room. Was it Austin? He wiped his hands on a towel and stepped out of the kitchen, his sharp eyes locking onto Enlyan. But she didn’t notice him at all—her attention was completely on her phone, her lips curled into an amused smile. “Fine, fine,” she said, shaking her head. “Since you’re so good-looking, whatever you say must be right.” Arden on the other end chuckled. “Of course! My handsomeness is recognized worldwide. You should consider yourself lucky to know me.” Daimon’s grip on the towel tightened. Who the hell was this man? Meanwhile, Enlyan leaned back against the couch, still entertained. “So, why are you calling me, Mr. Grey? Don’t tell me you got yourself into trouble at a restaurant and need my help? A charming guy like you—surely you weren’t the victim of a coffee attack by an angry woman?” There was a pause before Arden cleared his throat