Angry. Jealous. Casandra couldn't quite figure out what she was feeling. What was clear was that her chest felt like it was burning as she saw Alexander and Cesilia being affectionate like this.

However, she tried to hide her mixed emotions and gracefully walked towards the wardrobe, ignoring Cesilia's presence as she now sat on Alexander's lap.

As if nothing was happening in the room, Casandra began organizing the clothes inside the wardrobe. Her hands were trembling, cold sweat formed on her forehead, and she struggled to contain the tightness in her chest while taking out and moving the items from the suitcase into the wardrobe.

Casandra had no intention...