Despite Casey’s tone, Davey didn’t show any signs of being upset.


    In fact, he seemed to be in a buoyant mood.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    “Tomorrow, he dered suddenly.


    ”


    “What?” Casey inquired, perplexed.


    “I’ll take you out tomorrow,” Davey confirmed.


    Casey experienced a surge of happiness at the prospect of finally venturing out.


    If given the chance, she would find an opportunity to leave some clues behind, since she harbored concerns about potentialplications during Jimena’s anticipated delivery process.


    As a precaution, Casey decided to leave hints herself as a safer contingency n.


    “Since you’re getting what you desire, shouldn’t you strive to ensure my happiness?” Davey’s implication was unmistakable as he gazed at her.


    Casey found herself speechless.


    While she resisted the urge toply with his desires, she also hesitated to provoke him at this moment.


    Thus, when he leaned in for a ki*s, she acquiesced quietly, Lowering her gaze without protest.


    Davey merely nibbled her lip, applying gentle suction before releasing her, leaving her breathless.


    Just when Casey thought she had evaded further advances, Davey suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.


    In a low murmur, he remarked, “Casey, I appreciate your obedience, yet I find excessivepliance off-putting.


    Isn’t that contradictory?”


    Casey silently cursed him, likening him to a madman.


    His fixation on obedience was merely a guise to excuse his own deficiencies.


    True submission held no value to him.


    What he craved was dominance without the challenge of conquest.


    Just then, Davey observed a begonia blossom flutter to the ground outside the window in the windless greenhouse, an unsettling feeling of istion descended upon them.


    The solitary branch, bereft of its blossom, appeared stark amidst the densely clustered blooms surrounding it.


    A sense of solitude enveloped Davey.


    He closed his eyes briefly, contemting the flower he had meticulously nurtured, now withering so easily.


    What he truly desired was Casey’s innate submissiveness, not a contrived version.


    “Casey, will you deceive me?” Davey inquired once more.


    Casey’s heart skipped a beat.


    Feigningposure, she responded with a dismissive tone, “Davey, aren’t you tired of these mind games?”


    “I pray you never deceive me.


    Just remain by my side as you are now,”


    Davey asserted firmly.


    He would not permit her the opportunity to deceive him and to ensure that, he contemted taking certain precautions.


    Casey felt a sense of unease but struggled to identify its source.


    After all, Davey’s manner of speakingcked coherence at times, characterized by erratic shifts from one emotional extreme to another, which frequently disrupted the flow of conversation.


    It was as if he harbored multiple personalities within him, all variations of Davey.


    Yet, each was inherently shadowed.


    Just as Casey anticipated Davey’s intention to restrain her on the bed once more, he suddenly released her.


    Rising to his feet, he adjusted his suit and remarked, “I still have some pressing matters to attend to.


    You may retire early tonight.


    There’s no need to wait up for me.


    ”