His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 421

"Eliza..." Eliza choked on her words, deciding to ignore him and head to the bathroom. "Fine, stay if you want. I can't be bothered."

She walked off to the bathroom.

Casper collapsed on the couch, falling asleep with his clothes still on.

When Eliza came out of the shower, she couldn't quite describe the mix of emotions she felt seeing him sprawled there.

"Casper, you should go home to sleep. You're not feeling well, and you're just making it worse by staying here. If something happens to you, how am I supposed to explain it to the Welton family? Please, just go home." Half-asleep, Casper managed to sit up on the couch for a moment before stumbling towards Eliza's bedroom.

He sank into the softness of her bed, surrounded by her unique scent. It was more intoxicating than any drink.

He basked in it, clinging to the comfort, not wanting to move an inch.

"Hey, Casper, what are you doing in my room?" Eliza, drying her hair, frowned. "If you need a bed that badly, go sleep with my dad."

"No way." He wanted to sleep holding his wife, smiling sleepily. "I want to sleep... with you."

"You must be really drunk."

He patted the spot next to him, earnestly promising, "I swear I won't touch you; you can relax."

Eliza frowned, crossing her arms. "Do you even believe yourself? If you swear that if you touch me, you'll never, ever get it up again, maybe then I'll consider it." Casper: ...This woman is brutal.

"Alright." Not believing in the power of such oaths, he feigned a yawn. "Come on, get to sleep. I'm not waiting for you. I'm going to sleep now."

He turned over, leaving half the bed for Eliza.

Eliza: ...

indeed, sleeping on the couch was unbearable at

the bed with Casper? She

In the end...

on the couch and fell

as little disturbance as possible, carried her back to the bed.

gently held her chilled hand,

sleep, and she unconsciously snuggled

his heart and

this forever, doing nothing else, he'd even be okay

But would she?

darkness, his eyes

middle of the

out for a

was this beside her

again,

a deep,

her hand back, realizing what

Her face flushed hot.

stuttered, "Casper? You... me... why

clearly remembered falling asleep

Sleepwalking?

actually sleepwalked to the

Is that even possible?

soft light outlining his features more gently. The lingering smell of alcohol was gone, and he now

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