Chapter 141: Stronger Version

LIANA

I woke up the next morning in a room that felt both unfamiliar and strangely recognizable. My head throbbed as I tried to piece together where I was.

Just then, Zaylen walked in, his demeanor colder than I had ever seen. He placed a tray of medicines and a glass of water on the bedside table without a word.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice still groggy from sleep.

"My bedroom," he replied curtly.

"Why?" I pressed, trying to understand the situation.

"You fainted, so I brought you here," he said, his tone flat and distant.

"Oh," I muttered, memories of the previous night slowly coming back to me. The events replayed in my mind, making me wince.

Zaylen turned to leave, and panic surged through me.

"Hey, are you mad at me?" I called out, desperate to understand his sudden shift.

"No," he replied, not even turning around.

"You seem mad, though,” I insisted, feeling the chill in his usually warm presence.

"Why does it matter if I am mad or not? You clearly don't think of me as someo