Chapter 404: The Changing Perspective
The thought of Leonardo possessing her made Casimir feel as if he was being eaten alive from the inside. The woman he loved and was planning to marry was spending her days in another man’s bed. The thought of it was simply unbearable.
At that moment, Casimir felt an intense distaste welling up within him. Compared to Haverly, who gave me her virginity, Raylee is nothing more than second-hand goods! The worst part is that she doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt over it. When we were alone, she should have been pleading with me not to despise her. Yet, she shows no remorse and even lost her temper with me. I can’t believe how despicable she is!
In Casimir’s mind, he pondered why Raylee could love him so deeply, yet still be so temperamental toward him. He finally concluded that it was because she wasn’t completely his yet.
Perhaps she will become more submissive once I sleep with her. An idea arose in his mind as he returned to the private room.
As soon as he walked through the door, Casimir saw Raylee nestled comfortably in Leonardo’s arms, seemingly inseparable. In an instant, his heart grew restless. The thought of Raylee soon to be in his arms, wearing that same coy expression, sent a warm rush coursing through his entire body.
I wonder if she’s good in bed? To be able to bewitch Mr. Foucault to this extent, she must certainly have some impressive skills. Casimir was impatient to experience it.
“Oh, the ex is back?” Jeremiah hurriedly greeted. “You’ve ordered so many dishes for me, and I’ve nearly finished them all. However, it seems rude of me, so I’ve left some for you.”
Looking at the dishes filled with garlic on the table, Casimir suppressed his disgust and said, “You didn’t have to, Mr. Foucault. All that matters is that you yourself enjoyed the meal.”
“Enjoy the meal by myself? What do you mean? Mr. Sutherland, are you implying that you didn’t have a good time?” Jeremiah’s voice suddenly turned grim. “I just realized that from the moment we sat down to discuss our partnership until now, you haven’t eaten a single thing. Could it be that you were so anxious, afraid I wouldn’t collaborate with you, that it made you upset? Relax, we’re partners now. How could I possibly let you be unhappy? Come on, have some food.”
As he spoke, Jeremiah filled Casimir’s plate with a generous serving of garlic ravioli. Upon catching a whiff of the smell, Casimir nearly threw up everything he had eaten previously. However, he didn’t dare to be rude, hurriedly declining, “Really, there’s no need, Mr. Foucault. You go ahead and eat. I’m not hungry.”
He shot Raylee a pleading look, silently begging her for help. After all, she was aware of his allergy to garlic.
Raylee understood immediately and quickly chimed in, “Honey, if Mr. Sutherland doesn’t appreciate your help, then don’t force it on him!”
“What? He doesn’t appreciate it?” These words instantly soured Jeremiah’s mood. “I’m going to invest fifty billion, yet you’re ungrateful, Mr. Sutherland? What’s the point of collaborating with you? Here I was, giving you a chance, considering you were once Ray-Ray’s greatest love. Fine, consider it my mistake. I have a handful of partners who appreciate me. Rather than wasting my time with you, I might as well collaborate with someone else!”
Casimir was livid. Is Raylee out of her mind? How could she utter such nonsense? Instead of helping, she’s making a mess of things!
Jeremiah stood up, intending to leave, but Casimir quickly grabbed him, saying, “It’s not like that, Mr. Foucault. You’ve misunderstood. I’m not ungrateful. Don’t listen to Ray-Ray’s nonsense.”
“Oh?” Jeremiah sat back down, pointing at the garlic ravioli on the plate, and said, “Since you’re appreciative, then make sure to eat all the food I’ve served you! Don’t just talk the talk, walk the walk!”
Raylee chimed in from the side, saying, “Mr. Foucault, as the esteemed heir of the Malk royal family, has never served anyone food before. This is an honor for you, Mr. Sutherland. You now have bragging rights for the rest of your life. You must cherish the opportunity!”
At that moment, Casimir’s expression couldn’t be any more bitter. He didn’t see how this would give him bragging rights at all. In fact, he wondered if Raylee had intentionally lured him into eating garlic.
Unfortunately, there was no room for refusal. The person who had served him was none other than his future benefactor. This was the same person who could casually dish out fifty billion. At this moment, Casimir was undoubtedly trapped between a rock and a hard place.
If I eat, I’ll suffer from my allergies. If I don’t, I end up offending Mr. Foucault!
“What are you hesitating for, Mr. Sutherland? It’s garlic ravioli; it’s not like it’s going to kill you!” Raylee said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
“It seems like Mr. Sutherland is still rather reluctant to show his appreciation, honey. Can we not force him, please?” Casimir stared at her, his face devoid of emotion. “Aren’t you aware that I’m allergic to garlic?”
With a surprised expression, Raylee responded, “Huh? You’re allergic to garlic? I had no idea! Oh my, that’s unfortunate. This is the first time I’ve heard of someone being allergic to garlic."
Casimir felt as if he was going to burst a vessel. In the past, he was everything to Raylee, and she knew him better than anyone else. How could she not know about my allergy to garlic?