His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"So?" She furrowed her brows slightly, an unconscious gesture that only added to her allure.

He was entranced, gently holding the back of her head as he leaned in for a kiss. She didn't resist. Neither did she respond-she just let him.

He nibbled on her earlobe, his voice intense. "So, let's just stay together."

"Why bother? Isn't it better to find someone you truly love and spend your life with them?" She found Casper somewhat pitiable.

He sighed almost imperceptibly. "How do you know I don't love you?"

Her eyes flickered slightly.

Did he love her? Did he even know what love was? His idea of love seemed more like possession. That was not love. Love is about tolerance, understanding, and absolute trust. Casper could never grasp these concepts. "I stopped loving you a long time ago and I won't fall for you again."

"There might be a miracle. I hope for a miracle," he said, his voice unusually gentle.

He knew regaining her trust would be hard. She had walked into this willingly. Now that she was here, he wasn't going to let her go so easily. Call him possessive or even sick-he didn't care.

His scorching kiss trailed down, his rough hands tearing open her blouse, gripping her waist tightly.

something was off about him. His body was

a fever. "You're

playing on his lips, "Are you worried about

You've caught a fever from

a chance to think, he pressed his hand

the mirror. You look like you're about to drop

and walked out of

QUMS

the cold

face. It was just a fever. Nobody was dying. He looked at himself in the mirror, realizing his face

she left, he issued a stern warning, "Keep your distance

en

slamming the car door and walking away. Casper was left frustrated, his

with the fever that still hadn't subsided, he looked worse

to the hospital for an IV?"

and a fever