Much like herself, the driver was just another insignificant person in Casper's eyes, not worthy of any respect.
"Fine, I'll go with you."
"Ma'am, please get in the car." The driver's eyes lit up.
Casper was at home, and so was Nova. Eliza felt like an unwelcome intruder. Standing at the doorway, her gaze was ice-cold as she watched the third wheel make herself at home.
"Casper, if your goal was to flaunt your affection for each other, you really didn't need to call me over."
Eliza's face twisted with displeasure. Nova's smug look made her feel physically ill.
Casper stayed silent.
Nova spoke softly, "Eliza, you’ve misunderstood. I'm going abroad in a few days for leg treatment. Casper said I could stay here for a while. If it bothers you, I can leave."
She looked so pitiful, leaning on her cane, a perfect picture of self-pity.
Casper called out coldly, "Who would dare to ask you to leave?"
"Casper, please. I don’t want to cause trouble for Eliza. I’ll just go home." Tears filled Nova's eyes as if she were the one hurt.
Eliza was disgusted by the act. "Nova, stop the theatrics. Have some decency. You shouldn’t be in a married man's home, trying to take his wife’s place. If you really want to replace me, then have Casper divorce me sooner."
Feeling utterly repulsed, Eliza turned to leave. Casper quickly followed, grabbing her wrist and dragging her upstairs. "I need to talk to you."
Casper was rough. Eliza knew this was reserved only for her.
"Let go of me."
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