"Did you recognize me from the start?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
She should have known. Out of all those beautiful girls, why did he choose her?
His cool fingertips brushed lightly over her red lips. "Is that really so hard to believe?"
"I just wanted to make some extra money," she said, her eyes trembling with fear she couldn't quite name, her fingers shaking uncontrollably.
"Making extra money means selling yourself?" His grip tightened around her wrist, making her face turn purple. "Will you tell your husband how many men you've spent the night with?"
"No, I haven't slept with any," she stammered.
No one had been as generous as Casper. And no one had focused solely on her.
She clutched his wrist, her face losing all color. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have left with a client."
"Is that so, Mrs. Welton?" he asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.
She nodded, struggling to breathe. "Yes."
Maybe her desperate explanation softened him a bit because his grip loosened slightly. But did he fully believe her? Not really.
He stood up and lit a cigarette, taking slow drags. The gray smoke swirled around his features, making him seem even more mysterious and hard to read.
"Eliza, you're suffering from depression, and your mental state is getting worse. For your own health and safety, I think you should spend some time at Mercy Hospital," he said, his voice soft but heavy enough to crush her spirit.
Mercy Hospital? Was he planning to lock her up in an asylum too?
"No, you can't do this," Eliza's voice trembled with sheer terror. "You drove Robin mad. Do you want to drive me mad, too?"
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