Casper hadn't eaten dinner.
After throwing out the meal she had prepared for him, Eliza finally headed upstairs. She stood at the bedroom door, hesitating for what felt like an eternity. She knew what was about to happen, but every fiber of her being rejected it.
It took several moments of steeling herself before she finally pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside. Casper was propped up against the headboard, engrossed in work on his laptop. He didn’t look up or acknowledge her.
She moved on autopilot, heading to the shower. When she came back and sat on the bed, his voice, cool and detached, came from behind her. “I can restore your name and identity if you want. Any objections?”
“Not yet,” she replied, trying to keep her voice level.
He paused, clearly surprised. “Why not?”
“Everyone in Falconridge knows Mrs. Welton has been gone for three years. Returning would put us in the media spotlight. You wouldn't want reporters hounding you every day, asking how I died and came back to life, would you?”
She spoke every word on behalf of the Welton family, Welton International, and Casper. Yet, none of it came from her heart.
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder as he laughed mockingly. “How considerate.”
Her body stiffened, tension radiating through her. “Mr. Casper, can I go stay with my son after this?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
His lips brushed against her neck, his voice thick with desire. “You called me Mr. Casper before, and you still do. I don't like it. How can I let you go stay with your son?”
“Then, what would you prefer I call you?” she asked, trying to dodge his lips.
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Why are you so resistant? Or have you gotten used to Aaron’s gentleness over these three years and forgotten how things used to be between us?”
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