His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 502

"In this freezing weather, sleeping outside is just asking for trouble. You could catch your death or, at the very least, a nasty cold." Eliza set up the sleeping bag for Casper.

But Casper waved it off, saying, "I'll just pile on some more blankets. I'm a man; I'll be fine."

Eliza gave him a skeptical look. "Are you sure about that?"

"Absolutely. Get some rest," Casper reassured her. After arranging his blankets, he lay down beside her, watching as Eliza snuggled into her sleeping bag before he finally closed his eyes. Later that night...

Eliza was woken up by Casper's sporadic coughing and restless tossing. The tent was anything but cozy, and the blankets they had weren't exactly thick. Was he catching a cold? Eliza reached out gently to feel his forehead. It seemed a bit warm.

"Casper," she called softly.

With his eyes still shut, he murmured in response.

"Casper, are you feeling okay?"

fine," he replied curtly, keeping his

falling on his pale face. "Casper, why don't you... come and share the sleeping bag with me?" "What did you say?" He struggled to open his eyes, looking towards Eliza, his

and share

he mumbled, scooting closer

his movements were surprisingly quick. Crawling into Eliza's sleeping bag brought a

an ice block, yet still no complaints from him. Dillon should've definitely brought

If Casper

would be on Dillon.

shifted from cold to warm, but

warm his body was. He

nuzzled his face into her shoulder, half-asleep. They were way too close

Too anxious to sleep, get too tired to stay awake. She yawned and gently turned over, only for Casper to press against her again. Assuming

el?

the question Eliza's back ached from exhaustion, and feeling uncomfortable, she turned again. Their

apart.