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."

to sit down. "Let me take care

calming a child. His eyes on her were completely

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. It was

in gauze. "Look at all these blisters on your hand. Doesn't

a man who once commanded respect in Falconridge and

drops beating against the windows unabashedly with the autumn breeze. Eliza made him a bowl of pasta. He ate quickly, devouring the food as if he hadn't eaten well in days. She noticed the empty bowl and asked, "Do you want more?" Without looking up at her, he nodded eagerly. So, she served

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

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

desires and schemes,

en

Eliza woke Brock up to

Brock noticed Casper had gotten up and curled up next to the sofa