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: ...

getting cold, and indeed, sleeping on the couch was unbearable at

with Casper? She couldn't get over

In the end...

the couch

down and, with as little disturbance as possible, carried her back to the

her chilled hand, pulling her into

sleep, and

felt a stir in his heart

her like this forever, doing nothing else, he'd even be okay with being poor

But would she?

his eyes gradually

the middle of the

over, reaching out for a

what was this beside

again, unsure,

a deep, husky voice sounded from above

back, realizing

Her face flushed hot.

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

falling asleep on

Sleepwalking?

actually sleepwalked

Is that even possible?

features more gently. The

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