Contemplating their sexual intercourses churned her stomach. A man in his forties, still fiercely entrenched in his ways. Yet, it wasn't too exhausting to replay and analyze various strategies.

Feigning coyness, Casey remarked, “Don't make promises you won't uphold. Don't feign concern."

Davey settled beside her, enveloped her in an embrace, and planted a kiss on her forehead, asserting, “When have I ever failed to honor my word?"

"You promised to take me out to play," Casey retorted, embodying the role of the naive young girl with startling authenticity.

In truth, her emotional development scarcely surpassed that of a young girl. Having endured half her life under Davey's confinement, ensnared and often unconscious, she hadn't been allowed to mature.

Deep down, Casey clung to a trace of innocence, entertaining the belief that she could outwit Davey.

Davey playfully pinched her waist, his tone teasing, “Making such a fuss over such a trivial matter?"

Casey shifted uncomfortably, evading his touch. “Don't touch me. I'm well aware I have no right to be upset. There's no need for reminders, Mr. Glyn." She spoke with a touch of sarcasm evident in her tone.

Despite Casey's tone, Davey didn't show any signs of being upset. In fact, he seemed to be in a buoyant mood.

“Tomorrow, he declared suddenly."

“What?” Casey inquired, perplexed.

“I'll take you out tomorrow," Davey confirmed.

Casey experienced a surge of happiness at the prospect of finally venturing out. If given the chance, she would find an opportunity to leave some clues behind, since she harbored concerns about potential complications during Jimena's anticipated delivery process.

As a precaution, Casey decided to leave hints herself as a safer contingency plan.

“Since you're getting what you desire, shouldn't you strive to ensure my happiness?" Davey's implication was unmistakable as he gazed at her.

Casey found herself speechless. While she resisted the urge to comply with his desires, she also hesitated to provoke him at this moment.

Thus, when he leaned in for a kiss, she acquiesced quietly, Lowering her gaze without protest.

Davey merely nibbled her lip, applying gentle suction before releasing her, leaving her breathless.

Just when Casey thought she had evaded further advances, Davey suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace. In a low murmur, he remarked, “Casey, I appreciate your obedience, yet I find excessive compliance off-putting. Isn't that contradictory?"

Casey silently cursed him, likening him to a madman. His fixation on obedience was merely a guise to excuse his own deficiencies. True submission held no value to him. What he craved was dominance without the challenge of conquest.