I Became My Son's First Love

Chapter 62

No matter how hard Eve tried to maintain her composure, she had no time to beat around the bush. Azazel slowly opened his mouth.

"Yes."

Eve clenched her fist tightly beneath the layers of her dress.

"You used it on Dane?"

"Yes."

"What about me?"

It didn't matter much whether Azazel was truly a demon or the one controlling the Hound family. What mattered most to her was whether the series of events unfolding around her were real, and, more importantly, if the emotions she was feeling were truly hers.

Was the turmoil in her heart, stirred by what she saw inside the music box, genuinely her own? Eve forced herself to keep her head up, resisting the urge to glance at the music box, and waited for Azazel's answer.

"I have never used that power on you."

His face looked sincere, but it was difficult to take his words at face value.

"You've used other powers before, haven't you?"

Azazel's jaw tightened when she pointed out how he had been entering her dreams for years.

"That was..."

"And yet you've never used this power?"

Azazel stepped forward as she sarcastically pressed him.

"Never."

His response was firm and desperate, but the seeds of doubt had already taken root. No, perhaps it wasn't doubt. Eve forced herself to cut off the thought.

"Do you think I can trust you?"

Azazel seemed wounded by her words, his eyelashes trembling as if in pain. Yet, despite his obvious hurt, he didn't retreat.

"I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust," Azazel said, taking another step forward.

"How? The very fact that you're by my side makes me uneasy."

"Eve."

Eve ignored Azazel's voice, which sounded both soothing and pleading as he called her name. Instead, she measured the ever-shrinking distance between them.

"From now on, I'll be second-guessing not only your actions but mine as well."

Eve lifted her head slightly to meet his gaze. "You and I... our relationship is a light one. And in this kind of relationship, this mental exhaustion is unnecessary."

Azazel seemed to realize what she was implying and quickly moved closer to her.

"Eve, don't say it."

His voice, almost pleading, couldn't stop her.

"So shouldn't we end this now?"

"Eve!"

Azazel grabbed her by the shoulders. Eve didn't avert her eyes from his, now so close to hers.

"Let's stop. I'll be leaving the capital soon anyway. Isn't it time to stop this game?"

"Don't say that!"

Azazel's ragged breathing echoed through the quiet room. Eve stared straight at him, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly, and asked with accusation in her voice, "Are you going to use your powers on me now?"

In an instant, the strength drained from Azazel's grip on her shoulders.

"...I don't force you to do anything."