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

like calming a child. His eyes on her were

palm. It was covered with calluses and bloody blisters, and the skin was punctured and damaged. Casper was a young master who had never had to lift a finger but had now fallen to such a state.

and then wrapped them in gauze. "Look at all these blisters on your hand.

head, like an innocent child. Who would have thought that a man

windows unabashedly with the autumn breeze. Eliza made him a bowl of pasta. He ate quickly, devouring the food as if

fill, she wondered whether she should send him back home. Casper folded his clothes and found an empty spot

back to her room to find him a blanket and a quilt and made a bed for him. She watched him gradually fall asleep and pondered whether to inform Dillon. But even if Casper returned to Falconridge, what then? A fool could do nothing and would only

simple-minded forever, without the complexities of love and hate, desires and schemes, and lived purely in some corner

en

up to wash and get

living room, Brock noticed Casper had gotten up and curled up next to the sofa with his head