His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 325

Eliza had no clue how long Sam had been washing up. Her eyelids grew heavy, and before she knew it, she'd dozed off for a bit. The familiar yet odd sound of water suddenly stopped, followed by the rustling of clothes. That was when she rubbed her eyes and looked towards the bathroom door.

As the light in the bathroom clicked off, the door creaked open... A tall man stepped out, now in clean work clothes. His hair, which had been hanging in front of his face, was pushed back, revealing his true appearance.

Eliza's eyes widened, a jolt of shock running through her like electricity, leaving her frozen. She stared at the man, her gaze filled with disbelief and deep confusion. He looked so familiar that it brought tears to her eyes. This wasn't just someone who looked like Casper; it was unmistakably him.

Slowly, she approached him, reaching out to lift his shirt, wanting to check for the knife wound she had inflicted on him back then. If the scar was there, it would confirm that this man was indeed Casper.

Just as her hand was about to touch his shirt, he instinctively stepped back, fear evident in his eyes. He didn't say a word but was visibly tense.

Eliza stopped immediately, stepping back. "Don't be scared. I won't touch you."

gestured for him to sit down. "Let me take care of the wound on your hand first,

coaxed him gently, like calming a child. His eyes on her were completely unfamiliar, yet he obediently sat

It was covered with calluses and bloody blisters, and the skin was punctured and damaged. Casper was a young master who

wrapped them in gauze. "Look at all these blisters on your hand. Doesn't it hurt when you work?" She looked up at

Who would have thought that a man who once commanded respect in Falconridge and stirred

mixed emotions. Outside, the rain continued to fall, the drops beating against the windows unabashedly with the autumn breeze. Eliza made him a bowl of pasta. He ate quickly, devouring the food

fill, she wondered whether she should send him back home. Casper folded his clothes and found an empty spot on the floor to lie down and sleep. "The floor

for him. She watched him gradually fall asleep

the complexities of love and hate, desires and schemes, and lived purely in some corner of the world... perhaps

en

up to wash and get ready.

room, Brock noticed Casper had gotten up and curled up next