《Dominating CEO Snatch The Twins From His Ex-Wife》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

His voice remained firm. “Auntie, let this be the last time I hear you speak ill of her. I will marry no one but Iris. Whether you accept it or not, my decision won’t change. And if you truly can’t tolerate it, I can arrange for you to go abroad and stay with my mother. She has been feeling lonely lately and could use your company.”Auntie Kira’s breath hitched in shock. “Sir… are you really going to send me away? Just because of that woman?”She stared at the phone in disbelief. The boy she had raised, the one she had cared for as her own, was now willing to cast her aside for Elyana. Didn’t he see that everything she did was for his own good?Daimon sighed, sensing the hurt in her voice. “Auntie, I’m not trying to push you away. I just need you to accept her. If you calm down and try to understand, you’ll realize she’s more like Enlyan than you think.”Auntie Kira scoffed, her frustration boiling over. “Like Madam? Impossible! She was devoted to you. She only had eyes for you. But t

Ertha sighed and stepped into the restaurant, feeling awkward under the curious gazes of the morning crowd. He walked up to Elyana and placed a soft blanket on the back of her chair.“Mr. Blackwood noticed you were cold,” he said plainly. “The morning breeze is chilly, and he didn’t want your leg getting worse. So… he sent this.”His tone wasn’t exactly warm—more like he was delivering a message he didn’t agree with. Both Elyana and Arden were caught off guard. They instinctively looked toward the window, just in time to catch a glimpse of Daimon pulling the tinted glass up in his car parked outside.Arden chuckled, clearly amused. “Wow, Iris. The infamous Daimon Blackwood sent you a blanket? The same guy who doesn’t even flinch when others freeze around him? That’s... impressive.”He smirked and leaned back in his chair. “And even more shocking—he didn’t storm in here to drag you away when he saw you sitting with me. That’s not the Daimon I remember.”Elyana blinked, unsure how to re

They’re her world.And him?Who am I? Daimon thought bitterly.That question haunted him until it finally slipped out.“Who is the kids’ father?” he asked, his voice low, rough. He hadn’t meant to ask. He had told himself he wouldn’t push. But he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Not when it hurt like this. Not when every word she said felt like a door slamming shut in his face.Elyana stiffened slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected question.She kept her tone even, hiding the turmoil behind her eyes. “Their father passed away a long time ago,” she said.The words landed like a blow.Daimon felt as if someone had punched him straight in the chest. Her answer—so firm, so final—was like a cold blade slicing through flesh. His throat tightened, and a bitter taste rose in his mouth. Rage coiled inside him, tangled with a deep, aching pain.He stared at Elyana, trying to read something—anything—from her expression, but she sat there unmoved, distant, as if nothing he did or said could

He pushed open the door, stepped out, and slammed it behind him with such force that the sound echoed through the parking lot. Elyana winced slightly, but she didn’t turn around.Outside, Daimon lit a cigarette with a trembling hand. The flame flickered as if mirroring his state of mind. He leaned against the car, one leg bent, dragging in the smoke like he was trying to quiet the storm inside.The morning air was still, but around Daimon, there was a weight—of regret, of exhaustion, of emotions far too complicated for words. From behind the glass, Elyana watched his silhouette—tall, cold, somehow lost.Neither of them moved. Neither spoke.And the silence said everything.After finishing his cigarette, Daimon stubbed it out beneath his shoe and got back into the car. The scent of tobacco clung to him like a shadow, drifting into the confined space.The moment he shut the door, Elyana’s nose twitched. She coughed a few times, her face turning slightly away from him.Daimon glanced at

Blood ties—no matter how distant or tangled—were not something that could be severed by choice alone. Elyana knew this truth well. And though her past was filled with pain and betrayal, she couldn't let those old wounds dictate the future her son would build. She didn’t want her bitterness to become his burden.Taking a quiet breath, she softened her voice and looked into the camera, into the eyes of her little boy who had just tried to shield her in his own small way.“Jo,” she said gently, “you’re still young, but I know your heart is kind and strong. I want you to remember something important. No matter what I’ve been through, you don’t have to carry the weight of my past.”Joxan looked up, startled by her tone. “Mommy?”She smiled, though her eyes carried a heaviness. “What I feel, or what I’ve endured… that’s for me to bear, not you. You don’t need to turn away from someone just because I feel uneasy about the people around them. That wouldn’t be fair—to you or to them.”Joxan we