His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 463

She downed the last of the smoothie almost without thinking. It was cool, sweet but not cloying, and refreshingly delightful. After finishing it, she felt a wave of comfort wash over her. Casper came over with Brock in his arms and, seeing the empty glass on the table, frowned slightly. "Why did you drink so much smoothie? It might upset your stomach later." "I was a bit thirsty," she replied.

After dinner, Casper drove Eliza and Brock back to their place. He had hoped to stay a bit longer, maybe play with Brock, but Eliza shut him down with a firm, "It's late, we need to rest." "I could stay and play with Brock for a while," he pleaded.

"Brock needs to sleep too."

"Alright then."

Not allowed inside, Casper stood by his car and lit a cigarette, taking a deep inhale. The smoke swirled into the night sky, making the thoughts in his heart even harder to bear. The light from an upstairs window shone brightly against the darkness, and he wondered if he might ever be welcomed into that warmth.

After Eliza put Brock to bed, she too drifted off to sleep. She didn't know how long she had been out when her room's door silently and slowly opened. In a trance, wearing a white nightgown, she moved as if drawn by an unseen force, through the living room and out the front door. Her bare feet felt the cold, but she walked on without hesitation.

The night, as dark as ink, covered Oak Falls, and on the silent streets, only a solitary white figure roamed like a ghost. At a street corner, a dark car stopped for the red light. Inside, Dillon's gaze casually swept past the window and then froze. That familiar figure wasn't it Eliza?

gripped the steering wheel, looking in her direction, his brow furrowing. Why was she out on the street at this hour? And in her nightgown, without shoes? Was she out for a walk, or was she sleepwalking? Dillon remembered that Eliza didn't have a history of sleepwalking.

and the car behind him honked, prompting Dillon to

the hotel, Casper hadn't gone to bed yet. He sat by the window, holding a wine glass, the red wine inside gently swaying in the interplay of light and shadow, giving him a faintly melancholic air. "Mr.

his head slightly, his gaze a bit hazy. He picked up another wine glass, poured some red wine, and handed it to Dillon.

gently advised him

a lot lately, and Casper was under a lot of pressure. But Dillon's intuition told him that this insomnia

can't sleep, and I think someone else couldn't

couldn't sleep?" Casper lifted his

of Eliza wandering on the street. "On my way

brow furrowed slightly, puzzled. "Didn't

moment, shouldn't she be at home, putting Brock to

mistook

with confusion. "Where did you see

"On the main street."