His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 383

Chapter 383

She tried to remember what she had eaten. It seemed like there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. "John, could you please hurry up?" she urged.

John was the Welton family's new driver, and he didn't know Eliza well. The car wasn't moving particularly fast, and he glanced at her through the rearview mirror. Mae had specifically told him to drop her off at Pine Street, which was known for being quite chaotic. He couldn't understand why such a beautiful woman would live there.

"Sure thing, Ms. Valerie. We're almost there," he replied.

After they reached Pine Street, Eliza's fever was making her lose consciousness. She struggled to keep herself together as she stepped out of the car, wandering aimlessly and losing her sense of direction. John noticed something was off. He thought about offering to help her up, but before he could say anything, she had already ventured deep into the shadowy alley, disappearing from view. The car slowly drove away.

Eliza, with her face flushed and leaning against the wall, stumbled forward. Her cheeks were burning red, as if scorched by a fierce flame.

strange, intense heat rising from within, coupled with a sudden, overwhelming longing for a man... She desperately tried to open her eyes,

If it were him, he would have insisted on taking her home, and then whatever happened next would seem all too natural. It couldn't be him. If he wanted her, he wouldn't need to drug her. Then who

continuing to walk further in. Something felt off. The deeper she went, the more she encountered oddly dressed

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her thigh hard, hoping the pain would clear her foggy thoughts. No, this definitely wasn't the way home. She leaned against the peeling wall, slowly turning around, her gaze blurry as she looked toward the

a sharp voice rang out, "Oh, where did this beauty come from? It's been ages since we've seen such a stunner willingly walk

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became less responsive. Her steps slowed, as if she were sinking into thick mud. Her breathing grew