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.

I'm really on my period." She noticed something was off about

touched his forehead. He had a fever.

a teasing smile playing on

you're weak. You've caught a fever

here and now, fever 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

the mirror. You look like you're about

away and walked out of the

QUMS

on the cold

fever. Nobody was dying. He looked

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

en

slamming the car door and walking away.

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

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