Chapter 4

"I'm heading out now. I'll have someone send over some Petalbury's pastries to you in a bit," he said casually.

Rowena's face brightened as she chirped a happy reply.

She shot me a smug, triumphant glance.

Seeing Rowena all cheerful, Caspian deliberately steered and left.

It was as if I were just another stranger he passed by, completely irrelevant.

My chest felt tight and suffocating, like it was stuffed full of wet cotton.

I took two steps back.

And it hit me all over again that without being the Ashworth heiress, I was nobody.

Once the last pot was taken,…