Kaius recovered quickly from his initial shock, forcing himself to exhale as he leaned back against his seat, arms crossed, regarding Dhalia with a gaze filled with annoyance rather than the heated rage simmering beneath the surface. She had the audacity to sit here in front of him, acting as if the rejection, the humiliation, the betrayal had never happened. He had expected her to be arrogant, but this level of entitlement was almost laughable.
His lips curled in irritation. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone clipped, devoid of warmth.
Dhalia’s painted lips curled into a slow, sultry smirk, her eyes gleaming with that same spoiled confidence he had come to despise. “This was all a misunderstanding, Kaius,” she purred, tilting her head as if speaking to a child who needed gentle corr
