Dominating CEO Snatch The Twins From His Ex-Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

A rare sense of panic surged through him."Damn it, Enlyan! Wake up!" His voice, usually so controlled, wavered with something close to fear.Not wasting another second, he called for a doctor. When the physician arrived and examined her, Daimon stood nearby, arms crossed, trying to mask his unease.After a long pause, the doctor finally spoke."She’s stable. The emotional distress overwhelmed her system, but she should regain consciousness soon."Daimon frowned. That didn’t make sense. He had pushed her harder in the past—said crueler things, treated her worse—yet she had never reacted like this before."Are you sure that’s all?" His voice was unusually tense.The doctor hesitated before adding, "Her health isn't in the best condition. It seems that after childbirth, she never fully recovered. There are lingering complications—old injuries, untreated strains. If she doesn’t take care of herself, things could worsen over time. She needs rest and proper care."Daimon’s brows knitted to

Rainie, hearing the uncertainty in Enlyan’s voice, paused before replying softly, “I understand. Just be careful. If you need anything, call me.”“Alright,” Enlyan responded, feeling the weight of her decision settle in her chest.Just as Enlyan finished her conversation with Mini, her phone buzzed again. It was Joxan calling."Mommy, we just got the notice about going to the special training. I can't skip it, can I?" his voice came through, soft and full of uncertainty.Hearing her son's voice like that made Enlyan long to hold him close, to reassure him in person. But deep down, she knew the truth. Daimon had been the one to organize this training, and there was no way he'd let Joxan miss it. He had set all of this up with Joxan in mind, and she couldn’t see him backing down now.With a deep sigh, Enlyan steadied her voice, trying to sound upbeat for her son. "Joxan, it's actually a good thing for you to go to the training. It's important for a boy to learn and grow strong. When you

Daimon’s gaze darkened at her words.“Someone else’s place?” He repeated, his voice low, laced with something unreadable. He stepped closer, his piercing stare locked onto hers. “Are you sure about that?”There was something unsettling in the way he looked at her, something that made her chest tighten.But Enlyan merely met his gaze with unwavering resolve. She refused to let herself waver—not now.Enlyan knew that Daimon had already figured out the truth, yet he was still making her play this game of pretense.She turned her head slightly, feigning indifference. “I suppose the guest room here must be quite comfortable, right?”Daimon observed her for a moment, a faint, knowing smile appearing on his lips. Without another word, he turned and made his way toward the master bedroom.Watching him, Aunty Kira's face darkened. She hesitated for a moment before calling out, “Daimon.”It was rare for her to address him so informally. Ever since Daimon had taken charge of the Blackwood family

Auntie Kira stormed downstairs, her anger still simmering. She made a beeline for Daimon’s study, bursting in without even bothering to knock.“Sir, that woman you brought back is completely out of control!” she began, her voice trembling with fury. “She ripped down everything that belonged to Mrs. Blackwood and threw it all on the floor. Then she ordered me to change the whole layout of the room! You can't let her do whatever she wants, Sir! Those things were Mrs. Blackwood’s favorites!”Auntie Kira took a deep breath after her outburst, but when she looked at Daimon, her words faltered. He wasn’t even listening to her. He sat there, staring blankly at a photo in his hand, completely lost in thought.Auntie Kira’s eyes narrowed, and her gaze softened as she recognized the picture. It was the only photo of Enlyan left, the one Auntie Kira had secretly taken in the garden all those years ago. Enlyan had been so serene, so composed in that moment, and Auntie Kira had known, even then, t

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