Chapter 107: You Only See Me
Naomi fell silent. It wasn’t just the weight of the revelation—it was the shock of realizing that the plan had always been to divorce after Zylan wrapped up his business. The very idea felt surreal. And yet, who would have thought that, all this while, Zylan had been thinking of never going through with the divorce?
She found herself frozen in place, her wide eyes fixed on him. Disbelief flickered across her face, painting a picture of shock so vivid that even Zylan, who prided himself on his composure, felt slightly unnerved.
This wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. She didn’t look angry or relieved—just stunned, as though the very foundation of her understanding had been shaken.
Breaking the heavy silence, Zylan coughed quietly. His hand reached up, brushing through his hair. The simple motion caused several strands to fall onto his forehead, framing his face in a way that made him look more effortlessly handsome. The light from the car’s interior illuminated his features, casting a warm glow that softened his usually intense expression.
"Forget what I said," he murmured, his voice uneven, almost hesitant. F*ck...It wasn’t like him to sound unsure. And yet, here he was, caught off guard by the silence stretching between them.
Naomi blinked, finally snapping out of her trance. Her gaze softened slightly as she studied his face—his strong jawline, the faint shadow of stubble, the way his eyes seemed to waver ever so slightly. For the first time, he didn’t look untouchable.
Without thinking, her hands moved. Gently, she cupped his face, her fingertips brushing against the sharp lines of his jaw. Zylan’s breath hitched at the unexpected gesture, but he didn’t pull away.
"Give me some time to think," Naomi said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her words hung in the air, delicate and fragile, but they carried the weight of her turmoil. She needed time to process—time to untangle the mess of emotions swirling within her.
Zylan nodded quickly, almost too quickly, as though her request had granted him a reprieve. Relief flickered in his dark eyes, but it was fleeting, replaced almost immediately by a hint of trepidation. He understood that this was unexpected for her—how could he not? Still, the uncertainty gnawed at him.
"Of course," he replied, his voice steadying. "Take your time. Let’s say... a week?" He tried to sound casual, but the slight falter in his tone betrayed him. Deep down, he feared that she might change her mind—or worse, walk away entirely.