Lilian did not move even after Myles turned his back and began to walk away. Her eyes stayed on him as his figure grew more distant, each step he took creating a quiet gap that felt heavier than it should have in his heart.
But it was not the distance that held her attention. It was the look he had given her just moments ago. That cold gaze filled with disappointment lingered clearly in her mind, sharper and far more unsettling than any anger he had shown before.
She had faced hostility countless times. Anger, killing intent, even hatred. But none of those things had ever shaken her.
But this felt different that she did not expect it. There was no hostility in that look, not in the way she was used to. It carried something deeper that pressed against her heart and refused to fade.
"That look…"
The thought lingered as a quiet weight settled inside her. She had never seen him look at her like that before, and she had never imagined it would affect her this much.
