Chapter 17

Enlyan appeared, her fluffy hair unkempt, wearing loose pajamas and barefoot. Yet, despite her casual appearance, she looked as stunning as ever. "Come on, stop jerking around," she said nonchalantly, her voice smooth and playful. Daimon froze. The laziness in her tone, the casualness of her demeanor—it all reminded him so much of Enlyan. "Enlyan..." he whispered, his voice thick with disbelief. Enlyan stood frozen, utterly shocked to see him standing at her doorstep. How could it be him? She had known that staying at Mini’s house might raise Daimon’s suspicions, but she never expected him to track her down so quickly. Panic surged through her, but she forced herself to remain composed. Straightening her posture, she tugged at the collar of her loose pajama top and cleared her throat before speaking. "Mr. Blackwood? Why are you here? How did you find my address?" The formal tone of “Mr. Blackwood” seemed to snap Daimon back to reality. His narrowed gaze locked onto her, scrutinizing he