His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 459

Her heart skipped a beat, her resistance fading away as she found herself asking, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering, if I were to die with regrets, would there be another life? Could I go back to the places I long for, see the people I miss again, could I..."

His voice wavered as if he touched on something deeply painful, his arms tightening around her as if trying to meld her into him.

Eliza's eyelashes fluttered lightly; his words were laced with sorrow.

But... why mourn over things that haven't happened?

"You're alive and well right now."

"Elle, when that knife was aimed at me, all I could see was your face and the regrets between us." He buried his face in the collar of her shirt, his warm breath trailing along her neck with each word, "Tell me, do I still have a chance in this lifetime to make up for those regrets?"

"What's the point of bringing this up now? What's missed is missed, whether it's because of misunderstandings or something else. When two people part ways, it's just because their fate was shallow. Besides, we were never that deeply in love."

Her voice had a faint hint of bitterness, almost imperceptible as she lightly lowered her lashes.

She had no answers in her heart, nor could she give him the answers he sought.

"But, I love you..." His love, the more he tried to bury it, the more tumultuous it became. He wanted to control it but couldn't.

Love?

from her world, reappeared in this

first married, how desperately she had wished for him to fall in love with her.

her in his arms, he professed his love for her with deep

don't say you

you to love me back, just give me a chance to love you. Don't reject my love, don't cold-shoulder me, don't avoid me. I know I was wrong. Give me a chance to make it right, whether

heart was already in turmoil,

you have nothing to talk about, then let's not

what good did

wanted to push him

binding her, impossible to break

expression

"Please...

give

a chance to

His voice was low and tender, carrying a humble plea that insidiously seeped into her

en

chaotic, she avoided his gaze: "I don't want

take it as a

kejtas

up, his tall

completely, his chin resting atop her head as he kissed her hair, "Call me shameless, say

you've agreed,

there's no going back."