Cassie’s Pov
Holding onto my cutlery, I took a glance at Shawn who was seated opposite me. He looked very normal, sipping down his wine.
Donald stared at me, then at his son, then at me again.
I put my fork by my plate, then folded my arms. “I am not going to carry your son’s child.”
“I thought we'd discussed this?” Shawn said, placing his almost empty glass of wine on the table.
“We did and my decision stands.”
“What’s going on here?” Donald said, then turned to me. “Your family and ours had an agreement.”
“I didn’t sign the contract. If you all want an heir so bad, then you should go meet Rhoda.” I said with gritted teeth, trying my hardest not to glare at Donald.
“She’s upset and I understand her. You might have to give us a bit more time to prepare.” Shawn assured his dad.
I scoffed. “I thought rich people always want to get married to someone of their status?” I said to Donald. “I’m sure your friends have female daughters. Why don’t you pair them with your son while I work a
