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

He had a fever. "You're burning up," she

teasing smile playing

just think you're weak. You've caught a

He could overpower her right here and now, fever or not. Without giving her a chance to think, he pressed his hand against the back

said, his eyes bloodshot. Eliza suddenly chuckled. "Take a look in the mirror. You look like

Casper away and

QUMS

turned on the cold water

his face. It was just a fever. Nobody was dying. He looked at himself

personally drove Eliza to the auction house. Before she left, he issued a stern warning, "Keep your distance from that guy. I

en

ignored him, slamming the car door and walking

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

to the hospital

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