Just then, Davey observed a begonia blossom flutter to the ground outside the window in the windless greenhouse, an unsettling feeling of isolation descended upon them.

The solitary branch, bereft of its blossom, appeared stark amidst the densely clustered blooms surrounding it.

A sense of solitude enveloped Davey. He closed his eyes briefly, contemplating the flower he had meticulously nurtured, now withering so easily. What he truly desired was Casey's innate submissiveness, not a contrived version.

"Casey, will you deceive me?" Davey inquired once more.

Casey's heart skipped a beat. Feigning composure, she responded with a dismissive tone, "Davey, aren't you tired of these mind games?"

"I pray you never deceive me. Just remain by my side as you are now,"

Davey asserted firmly. He would not permit her the opportunity to deceive him and to ensure that, he contemplated taking certain precautions.

Casey felt a sense of unease but struggled to identify its source.

After all, Davey's manner of speaking lacked coherence at times, characterized by erratic shifts from one emotional extreme to another, which frequently disrupted the flow of conversation.

It was as if he harbored multiple personalities within him, all variations of Davey. Yet, each was inherently shadowed.

Just as Casey anticipated Davey's intention to restrain her on the bed once more, he suddenly released her.

Rising to his feet, he adjusted his suit and remarked, "I still have some pressing matters to attend to. You may retire early tonight. There's no need to wait up for me."

Casey had barely exhaled a sigh of relief when Davey's voice broke the silence once more. “And tomorrow, when we venture out, don the blue diamond necklace."

Casey's heart skipped a beat, fearing he had uncovered something, her pulse nearly leaping from her throat.

Davey's demeanor appeared normal as he casually remarked, “You look stunning with it. I really admire it.”

With that, he made no further delay, turning to depart.

Casey waited until he had departed before cautiously placing her hand over her wildly pounding heart, recognizing that was a close call.

Tomorrow, she could find a pretext to avoid wearing the necklace, but she needed to find a way to warn Jimena to leave immediately. She harbored doubts about her ability to sustain the deception in the face of future encounters.

Casey contemplated indirectly asking the butler for updates on Jimena, recognizing that beneath Jimena's facade of simplicity and kindness lay a shrewd individual.

If the butler mentioned, Jimena would undoubtedly be on high alert and make her exit. That would be the most favorable outcome.