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“Mr. Casper, have you forgotten why you gave me this dress in the first place?” she mocked, pointing to the dress that barely covered her chest. “You must have handpicked this little number yourself, right? Wasn’t it just meant to seduce Easton?”
She couldn’t believe he was now trying to pin the blame on her. She really couldn’t figure out if he were genuinely twisted.
“So, when his hand slipped under your dress, you just let him?” he sneered. “Eliza, basically, that just shows you’re slutty and cheap. Were you the only one wearing a cocktail dress at the event? Who else would be as frivolous as you?”
Hearing these words from her own husband didn’t anger Eliza at all. It was almost as if he should describe her this way. In his mind, this was who she was. That was why he had sent her, still not fully recovered, to another man’s bed to trade for his own benefits.
“Yes, I let him touch me, hold my hand, and stroke my waist. Didn’t you tell me to ‘perform. well‘ when you left, Mr. Casper? So, are you not satisfied with my performance?”
“You…”
Casper was left speechless, his tense shoulders and fingers gradually relaxing. After tossing her aside, he leaned back in the car seat, a light chuckle escaping his lips. “So… did you sleep with him
“Does it matter to you? You believe a contract is more important than me, more important. than being cuckolded, don’t you?”
Did it matter? Maybe it didn’t. He was always a man who pursued results, not caring about the process. But why was this gnawing at him, causing unbearable pain?
The car roared to life, speeding away. No matter how recklessly he drove, her heart. remained still. They returned to Welton Estate. As soon as they got out, Casper dragged Eliza inside by the wrist without a second thought. She couldn’t keep up with his pace, tripping and falling to the ground. Her knee hit the concrete tiles, causing her to wince in
pain.
“Casper, let go of me. I can walk by myself.” She beat against his strong hand. Barefoot, her feet were already blistered, and now they were bleeding.
“Eliza, don’t test my patience.”
He showed no compassion and didn’t even look back as he dragged her upstairs. She was thrown onto the floor harshly. The bathroom faucet turned on, and warm water from the showerhead poured down. Casper grabbed Eliza’s arm, pulling her into the bathroom. He picked up the showerhead, showering her with complex and angry emotions.
“Did
you sleep with him or not? Tell me,” he demanded hysterically, almost crazily. The
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water quickly soaked through the expensive cocktail dress.
Eliza, drenched, couldn’t even open her eyes, let alone beg for mercy
“Cough, cough…”
She was choked, powerless to fight back. He turned off the shower, crouched down, and grabbed her chin, glaring at her almost hatefully. “Did you do it in the bathroom? Is that
it?”
“You could call Mr. Gillum. He could give you the answer.” She was drained, her body limply lying on the anti–slip tiles. Casper was dissatisfied with her response, so he stripped off her clothes and threw her directly into a bathtub filled with water. Just as Eliza was about to bring her head above water, Casper mercilessly pushed her down, scrubbing her forcefully.
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