Chapter 1811: Chapter 1816

The sound of Casey’s approach startled Davey.

Before Davey could conceal the video, Casey inquired, “Davey, who is this girl?”

Rather than hastily concealing it, Davey took his time, showing the video to Casey for inspection.

“She’s a friend’s daughter,” he replied casually.

Casey gasped in astonishment.

“Your friend’s daughter has grown up already?”

Casey’s gaze lingered on the video, filled with admiration.

“She’s stunning, with eyes like twin moons adorning her face, truly mesmerizing.

”

Davey observed Casey’s reaction closely, unable to discern any significant revelations.

Casey’s comments solely praised Raegan’s beauty.

With a casual toss, Davey discarded his phone, smiling indifferently.

“You admire those eyes?”

“Yes, they’re enchanting.

”

Davey, enveloping Casey in his arms around her waist, pulled her onto his lap affectionately.

“Since you fancy them, should I pluck them out as a trinket for you?”

“What?” Casey’s eyes widened in shock, her face draining of color, her vulnerable demeanor only enhancing her appeal.

Observing her shiver with fear, Davey realized he had gone too far and ceased his jesting.

“See how easily you startle? It was just a joke.

”

Davey gently lifted her chin, claiming her Lips in a possessive ki*s.

“If you desire, we can have one of our own.

”

‘s BunnyBookery At his words, Casey’s complexion paled further, weakly protesting, “Davey, stop joking.

”

The position was uncomfortable for Casey, and she attempted to disentangle herself.

Yet, Davey tightened his grip around her slender waist, locking her in place, his voice husky.

“Casey, I never joke with you.

”

With that declaration, Davey pressed Casey against the sofa, capturing her lips in a fervent ki*s, as if staking a claim.

“Mmm…‘’ Casey struggled in vain, her feeble resistance no match for Davey’s strength honed through regular exertion.

”

Struggling for breath amidst his ki*ses, her efforts to repel him proved fruitless, her voice faltering as she whispered, “Davey…”

Davey’s fervent ki*ses persisted until his appetite was sated, eventually granting Casey a moment to catch her breath, though he still held her firmly.

Forced into submission, Casey protested weakly, “Davey, you can’t do this…”

“What can’t I do, Casey? Haven’t I told you we’re already together?”

Davey, possessive to the core, believed this was an essential act, whether Casey truly suffered from amnesia or merely pretended.