His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 339

Through the door, Eliza could hear Casper’s aunt’s rage echoing. It was weird, really. The Welton family had never bothered with Casper before. Did this aunt, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, not know about Casper’s temperament? Was he the kind of man to be controlled? “Casper, if you’re feeling unwell, I can help you. Why turn to those… unsavory women?” the woman outside said urgently.

Casper glanced at Eliza, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “She’s calling you unsavory.”

“You…” Eliza wanted to strangle him.

“Alright, you can leave now,” Casper said without any intention of opening the door. He leaned down, gently lifting her in his arms, and with a mix of tenderness and dominance, pinned her on the bed. He moved closer, almost erasing the space between them. “They’re afraid I’ll catch something, but I’m not.”

“Who are you calling diseased?” Her angry eyes, filled with anger, began to mist over, creating a serene and stunningly beautiful landscape in the depths of her gaze, like a tranquil and exquisite painting. The soft orange light bathed her face, enhancing her delicate beauty.

He blinked, his head spinning. He barely knew her, so why did he feel as though they had known each other forever? He lowered his head, aiming to kiss her lips.

She turned away, avoiding him. “If you dare touch me again, I’ll call the police.”

eyes, a deep and indescribable desire

hoarse, like he was holding something back. Eliza was beside herself. What did he mean by ‘he wanted to?’ Did he expect everyone to just go along with his desires? “Are you a pig or

rapid, an abnormal chaos taking over. His eyes turned bloodshot, as

Eliza suddenly realized something

was

ag with

okay? You

dead in a hotel

wanted to say he was fine, but he slowly

had

doctor told Dillon

been drugged with

had been released, it had still caused him to fall into a coma.

confused, looking at Casper’s test report. She asked, “So, will he be… functional

forehead twitched. The doctor hadn’t said anything, and he hadn’t asked. It was guesswork…