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.

on my period." She noticed something was off about him. His body was burning

had a fever.

teasing smile playing on his lips,

you're weak. You've caught a

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

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

pushed Casper away and

QUMS

the cold water

was dying. He looked at himself in the mirror, realizing

Casper personally drove Eliza to the auction house. Before she left, he issued a stern warning, "Keep your

en

and walking away. Casper was

he endured three consecutive hours of meetings. Coupled with the

should go to the hospital for

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