Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1315

Chapter 1315: A deliberate mistake

"Don’t leave me tonight, Finn. Please."

Cassandra held her breath, swallowing whatever pride she had left. Her loose hold on him tightened until her fingers trembled.

"Please," she whispered. "Just... make one bad decision tonight."

A helpless look flickered in her eyes—something she couldn’t fake or force. It was a cry for help because Cassandra knew that if he left, she would end up walking down a very dangerous path.

The thoughts in her head had been starting to scare her—along with what else she might be capable of doing.

Finn lowered his head as a deep breath escaped his nostrils. Slowly, he turned around to face her. The only reason he had looked away before wasn’t that he was flustered, but because he thought he shouldn’t be looking. Now, as his gaze settled on her, his eyes briefly swept over her body before meeting hers.

He didn’t even flinch, as if there was nothing to be mesmerized by. Not that there was anything wrong with her. He could tell she had a figure that countless men would drool over.

"Cassandra," he said, his voice calm yet distant. "I don’t know what’s actually going on, but you don’t want this."

"Who are you to tell me what I want and don’t?"

"No one," he shrugged, reaching for her hand on his arm. "But I just know you’re better than this, Cass."

Finn paused, nodding at her encouragingly. "You are better than this, Cassandra."

Maybe it was the alcohol or the frustrations she had been suppressing for so long, but Finn didn’t appreciate this scene at all. Not because he was repulsed, but because it didn’t feel right. For the first time since waking up in this lifetime, he felt uncomfortable around her.

"You’ll be fine," he said, gently peeling her fingers off his arm while keeping his eyes on her. Once he placed her hand back at her side, he cupped her face and brushed his thumb over her cheek. "You will be fine—whatever you’re going through right now. I know you will be fine because you’re Cassandra."

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he nodded at her once more. "Goodnight, Cassy."

With that, Finn turned his back on her and left without hesitation—without looking back.

Cassandra stood there motionless.

The sound of the door closing echoed in her ears, reminding her that he had really left her all alone tonight.

Slowly, she hung her head, tears slipping down her cheeks.

She had been with men before, and whenever they saw her in a bikini—even complete strangers—they would break their necks just to follow her figure. Some would even strip her with their eyes.

As someone in her profession, she could always tell. She could see the desire in their gaze.

But she had just stood naked in front of Finn, and he didn’t even flinch. He didn’t give her a second look. Instead, he offered an affectionate yet entirely platonic touch.

There wasn’t a shred of interest in his eyes.

If anything... he looked a little repulsed.

He might deny it, but she had seen it clearly.

"I did ask him to make a bad decision," she whispered to herself, laughing through her tears. "And he just did... a much more terrible one."