Eliza might not love Casper and might even hate him, but would she team up with an outsider, especially someone like Zach, to stir up trouble? That was a line she couldn't cross. Zach was no better than Casper. Eliza used to be so measured, but now...
“Mr. Casper, dinner’s ready,” Eliza called out, placing the meal on the table. Then, she retreated to the kitchen and made herself a steaming plate of bolognese. Casper sat down while Eliza found a small stool in the kitchen and ate her simple meal alone.
His appetite disappeared. He sat there, brows furrowed, and called out to her, his voice tinged with anger, “Come here and eat.”
“Huh?” Holding her plate of bolognese, she looked at him, puzzled. “Aren’t I not supposed to sit at the table?”
Hadn't Casper made it clear what her place was? A servant in the house didn’t dine with the master.
“I’m ordering you to come and sit down,” he said sternly, his breath uneven. “I have something to ask you.”
“Oh.” So, he wanted something.
Eliza put down her plate and stepped out. “Mr. Casper, what do you need?” she asked, standing by, her tone respectful yet distant.
Casper barely lifted his eyelids, his gaze as sharp as a knife cutting through the air. “I heard Zach has been talking to you. What did he want?”
Secrets have a way of coming out, but she hadn’t expected Casper to find out so soon.
“It was nothing. Just some trivial stuff,” she said, biting her lip, trying to keep her tone neutral.
Still, her expression betrayed her.
Casper stood up, slowly closing the distance between them, the chill in the room growing with each step. “Trivial? Are you sure?”
“It really was just inconsequential things,” she insisted, retreating, trying to dodge his piercing gaze.
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