Or perhaps he simply didn’t like me…
I averted my gaze from Damian. His eyes lost all clarity. It made reading his emotions impossible. He possessed a dark aura and gave off a serious air, as if he was about to pounce.
“Why are you affected? Do you still love him?” His face hardened, and his voice couldn’t be colder than ice.
I was tempted to tell him it was over the instant I accepted Conan’s rejection, but something kept pulling me back. In any case, I don’t believe Damian has to hear my answer. It wasn’t necessary to do so.
I slumped against the cushions and gawked at the ceiling in silence. It was better this way than facing him.
“Was that why it took you far too long to accept his rejection?” He clicked his tongue. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, and conclude that it’s also the
