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.

period." She noticed something was off about

fever. "You're burning

a teasing smile playing on his lips,

you're weak. You've caught a

or not. Without giving her a chance to think, he pressed his hand against the back of her neck, kissing and biting aggressively. She winced in pain and slapped him, "Can

a look in the mirror. You look like you're about to drop dead, and I don't want to be

Casper away and walked

QUMS

on the cold

looked at himself in the mirror,

personally drove Eliza to the auction house. Before she left, he issued a stern

en

car door and walking away. Casper was left frustrated,

three consecutive hours of meetings. Coupled with the fever that still hadn't subsided, he looked worse for

we should go to the hospital for an IV?"

feet propped up on the desk and a fever patch on his forehead, waved