She reached up to touch his forehead, but he dodged away.
"Go back, I'm tired. I need to rest."
"Do you dislike me that much?" The young girl felt a pang of hurt. She had come here so eagerly to marry him. "Is it because I'm not pretty enough, or is it my personality? Or maybe my family's not good enough for you?"
"It's me who's not good enough for you."
"I think you're perfect for me." She suddenly remembered something and switched gears, "Oh, by the way, my dad's coming to discuss our wedding. I told him not to bother with an engagement or a big ceremony. Let's just get the marriage certificate and call it a day. What do you think?"
He had absolutely no interest in discussing marriage with her.
Susan's father was coming partly for the wedding and partly for business. Leveraging their connection with the Welton family was his main reason for visiting Falconridge, aiming to build some networks. And Casper despised such ulterior motives.
"Enough, go back," he dismissed her again.
Susan pouted, clearly unhappy. "It's so late, and you're letting me go back alone? Aren't you worried something might happen to me?"
"What do you want?" he asked, impatience creeping into his voice.
"Of course, I want to stay over." Susan pointed at his large bed. "This bed is huge. It's not like we can't both fit."
"One person sleeps more comfortably." He got up, vacating the bed. "Since you love my bed so much, you sleep here. I'll find somewhere else."
Susan was speechless.
"Casper, what are you doing?"
He grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
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