His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 564

He lifted his gaze, locking eyes with her. In the depths of his eyes, a swirl of emotions flickered-hesitation, maybe, or perhaps a touch of nostalgia.

Caroline let out a soft chuckle, "What, are you scared?"

He switched off the car, pushed open the door, and climbed out. His tall frame loomed over Caroline, making her appear particularly petite.

"Someone like me, stepping into a place like this, feels a bit off, don't you think?"

"Do you always have to talk like that?" Caroline's face showed a mix of disappointment and irritation. "It's not like this is your first time here. What, do you need an apology to make it right?" "Wouldn't dare," he replied, his tone polite yet distant.

"Why do you always put up this formal front with me? It's not like I'm going to eat you," Caroline quipped as she turned and strolled to the door, punching in the code. "Come on in, have a drink with me, and unwind."

Caroline left the door slightly open for Dillon. He lingered at the threshold, torn between stepping in and staying out, a cocktail of emotions swirling inside him-hesitation, a touch of fear, and a sprinkle of nostalgia. Memories of that night, the sprawling king-sized bed, and those intimate moments danced vividly in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, he finally walked in.

long, slender legs catching the light just right. She grabbed a couple

cabinet

"Got it."

one worn by Luke, the other brand new and still in its packaging. Feeling

calls to reach Eliza's phone. She's pregnant, and I was really worried she'd stress out." Caroline pulled a plush cushion over and settled down. "I'll call her later to assure

to her," he

you?" She raised an eyebrow, surprised at his quick action. "She

glass

French vineyard, meant to impress me. When the engagement

the Sullivan family to cancel the engagement so abruptly." His words carried a hint

aim at

opportunism. "I thought there

BUMS

lips curved into a faint smile, but there was a trace of bitterness in it. She gently swirled her wine, the red liquid dancing in

the 'right' age, just a marriage without any