Whether he referred to the begonias or Casey herself remained unclear.
Casey offered no response to hisment, maintaining her typically indifferent demeanor in his presence.
Her moments of mncholy outweighed those of joy.
“Casey, are you feeling unwell?” Davey inquired, his gaze unwavering.
“The butler mentioned that you requested brown sugar water.
”
Casey couldn’t discern his motives for asking, but she understood approaching each of his inquiries with caution.
It was all too easy to fall into his snares.
When she wished to evade direct answers, her default tactic of unreasonable irritability served her well.
“The butler isn’t a ‘butler,’ is he?” she retorted sharply.
Amused, Davey arched an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued by her response.
“He might as well be your spy, monitoring my every move.
‘Surveince’ would suit him better.
” Casey shot back with biting sarcasm.
“Do you find every detail of my life so fascinating? Of what I eat, drink, even when I go to the bathroom? Next time, I’ll just report directly to you.
Why bother with an intermediary?”
Her tone dripped with deliberate petnce, skillfully masking her true emotions beneath a veneer of annoyance.
A shadow passed over Davey’s eyes.
Something significant was at y, for Casey to inadvertently reveal her consumption of the brown sugar water.
But what could it be?
Davey’s thoughts turned to the newlywed Raegan, realizing that aside from her, nothing else seemed significant enough to have distracted Casey to this extent.
Casey adeptly portrayed a character with a fragmented memory, nearly convincing even him.
Alternatively, he refrained from shattering her illusion as long as it brought her satisfaction.
However, his leniency didn’t equate to allowing her an opportunity to flee.
As usual, Davey responded with a smile, “If it distresses you, I’ll instruct him to cease reporting.
I merely wished to demonstrate heightened concern for you.
”
Casey understood Davey well enough to discern his sharp demeanor and swift shifts to aloofness, particrly during intimate moments, which invariably left her at a disadvantage.
Contemting their s@xual intercourses churned her stomach.
A man in his forties, still fiercely entrenched in his ways.
Yet, it wasn’t too exhausting to rey and analyze various strategies.
Feigning coyness, Casey remarked, “Don’t make promises you won’t uphold.
Don’t feign concern.
”
Davey settled beside her, enveloped her in an embrace, and nted a ki*s on her forehead, asserting, “When have I ever failed to honor my word?”
“You promised to take me out to y,” Casey retorted, embodying the role of the naive young girl with startling authenticity.
In truth, her emotional development scarcely surpassed that of a young girl.
Having endured half her life under Davey’s confinement, ensnared and often unconscious, she hadn’t been allowed to mature.
Deep down, Casey clung to a trace of innocence, entertaining the belief that she could outwit Davey.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.
Davey yfully pinched her waist, his tone teasing, “Making such a fuss over such a trivial matter?”
Casey shifted ufortably, evading his touch.
“Don’t touch me.
I’m well aware I have no right to be upset.
There’s no need for reminders, Mr.
Glyn.
” She spoke with a touch of sarcasm evident in her tone.