บท 137: A Love Like Shadow

"What do you mean by that?" Vyan's voice carried a hint of irritation and frustration.

"It's exactly what I mean, Vyan," Iyana replied, her tone firm as she dropped her hands by her side. "If all you feel for me is 'care,' then I think it's best we put some distance between us."

"But why? Didn't you just say our feelings were mutua—" His words caught in his throat as her eyes softened, the kind of softness that could break hearts.

"What do you think?" Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "Are they really?"

A thousand emotions swirled in Iyana's gaze, each one hitting Vyan like a sledgehammer. His sarcastic remarks failed him, his brain short-circuiting from emotional overload.

Iyana straightened up, her face snapping back to its usual cold, slightly annoyed expression. "Anyway, it doesn't matter what I feel for you. Since you don't feel anything, marrying Prince Easton seems like a better option."