"Look at what you're saying. As if they could even hold a candle to you." He clasped her slender hand tightly, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "Don't you want to hear about my story with Fiona?"
"Not interested." Eliza couldn't muster an ounce of enthusiasm. She even felt that Casper was bringing this up just to get under her skin, her eyebrows knitting together in irritation. "Casper, if you're so keen on sharing your little bedroom escapades with Fiona, why not record a video and have it played on the Falconridge Central Plaza's big screen on a loop? Don't come to me for validation."
He frowned, but couldn't really blame Eliza for jumping to conclusions. She insulted him, mocked him, and he could take it. All he wanted was for her not to ignore him. "There was nothing between her and me. You're the only woman for me."
Hearing this, Eliza felt like her ears were being assaulted. How could he say such things so casually? Wasn't he worried about karma?
"Then tell me, if you haven't been with Fiona, where did that boy come from? Did he just fall out of the sky?"
"He's not my son," he insisted.
Eliza yanked her hand back and slapped Casper across the face. "If he's not your son, then how is he a match for Brock? If not yours, then whose?"
That slap left Casper speechless. He held Eliza's hand pathetically and even slapped himself lightly on the face. "It's really not mine. If you don't believe me, I'll do a paternity test with him."
"Cut the drama." She was deeply hurt, feeling like Casper was playing an emotional game with her. "Casper, you just want to lift me high and then let me crash down. And if I'm not mistaken, you're planning our wedding too, right?"
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