CHAPTER 67: A COUPLE RING

Daisy stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp and eyes narrowed into a glare aimed straight at Elias.

"What? It is not my fault." Elias immediately defended himself after noticing her judging stare. "You are the one who chose that seductive one..."

She crossed her arms, the light pink cotton pyjamas fitting her just right. "Why would you even bring that kind for me?"

"Well, who knows... one day you’ll need it." He gave her a cheeky wink.

She rolled her eyes. "Dreaming."

"Well, technically, Theo is me and me is Theo, so whichever one of us it is, someday we’ll both see you in that beautiful silk pyjama, right?"

"No. Why would you." Daisy shut that down flatly, wandering toward the dresser as she scanned the room. "Where’s your comb?"

"No? But Theo and you are a loving couple. You said, so it would be normal for both of you to see each other in this kind of... nightgown?" Elias said, hopping down from the bed and heading straight into Theo’s dressing room. "Here, inside the drawer."

"Woah, this is double my dressing room," Daisy said, spinning slowly as she took it all in. Her eyes moved across the rows of neatly arranged suits and shelves. "This man lives like a luxury drama villain."

Elias chuckled, leaning against the doorway. "Why the villain and not the main character?"

She raised a brow, opening a drawer full of neatly arranged cufflinks. "Main characters don’t usually own this many ways to threaten someone with elegance."

Elias burst out laughing. "What’s he gonna do? Stab someone with a cufflink?"

"You laugh, but the first time I met Theo, he was literally holding onto the one on his sleeve." Daisy lifted her hand and mimicked the gesture—fingers adjusting the cufflink, her expression flat and cold. "Just staring at me like I’d walked into his crime scene."

Elias wheezed. "That sounds about right. Was he silently calculating your net worth too?"

"He didn’t need to say a word. The cufflink did all the talking."

Her lips twitched at the memory, but a moment later, her gaze swept the room again. She turned halfway, eyes narrowing like she’d just remembered something. "Wait—what was I even looking for?"

"The comb," Elias reminded, watching her spin around in mild confusion.

"Ah, yes! Where is it?" Daisy asked, scanning the room again but failing to spot anything that looked like it stored grooming tools.

"Since we men don’t usually care much about combs, it’s been exiled to the far corner," he said, pointing toward a modest dressing table tucked discreetly by the window.

She walked toward the dressing table, her bare feet brushing softly against the carpet. As she reached for the comb, something caught her eye, a faint outline along the wall just beside the table. A narrow seam, almost invisible unless the light hit it just right. It looked like a door. Or maybe... a passage?

Daisy squinted and tilted her head, then lightly tapped the edge. "Elias," she called, not taking her eyes off the strange outline, "what’s this?"

Elias, who was leaning against the wall, standing straight and blinked. "What?"

"This." She pointed toward the faint outline in the wall. "It looks like a door."

He peeked in and shrugged, utterly unbothered. "I don’t know. I barely come in here, you know... it doesn’t fit my style. Too many broody suits and intimidating cufflinks for my taste."

"Really? For a moment, I thought he had a secret room," She chuckled then nodded in understanding before taking a step back and headed to the mirror, "How about a hair dryer?"

"Ah–women are complicated." Elias sighed weakly before walking towards one of the drawers, "here..." He plugged in immediately and handed the dryer to her.

"Thank you, my husband’s twin," she said, smiling as she took it from his hand but she didn’t notice how Elias froze the moment the word slipped from her lips.

His hand stayed suspended for a second too long, his expression unreadable.

Daisy had already turned away, casually switching on the dryer without noticing. Her reflection flickered in the mirror as she dried her hair, completely unaware of the pause she’d caused behind her.

Elias blinked once, then quietly turned away. "I’ll wait for you outside."

Daisy glanced over her shoulder, dryer still humming in her hand. "Hmm... okay."

She didn’t catch the flicker in his eyes as he turned to leave, something quiet, almost distant... and maybe just a little lonely.

Daisy wandered back toward the center island of the dressing room after drying her hair. The glass-topped drawers glinted beneath the lights, each one neatly arranged with precision. As she leaned in, her eyes caught something tucked in the corner of the second drawer from the right.

A pair of rings, matching in style, modest in design and rested side by side in a velvet box.

A couple rings.

Her fingers hovered over the glass, but she didn’t open it. Instead, she stood there for a moment, blinking slowly.

Her brows knit faintly as she stared at them. They were elegant, not overly elaborate, but clearly meant to belong together. A set.

Was he planning to give them to her?

Or... were they meant for someone else?

She didn’t open the drawer. Just stood there, unsure why her throat felt dry all of a sudden.

"Whatever..." she scoffed, forcing the thought to a halt.

"Why would I even think it was ever for me? Who knows it is for someone else." Her voice was quiet, bitter at the edges.

"He asked for a divorce... probably the moment he returns, we’ll finalise it."

She muttered it like a fact, something already decided, something she had no say in. But her reflection in the glass was giving her away. Gloom crept in, soft but heavy, settling over her shoulders like an invisible coat.

What was she hoping for anyway? That he’d changed his mind? That the ring somehow meant he still cared.

She exhaled sharply.

"No. Don’t be stupid, Daisy," she whispered.

People like him didn’t just change their minds. Especially not for someone like her.