His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 567

In the blink of an eye, Eliza had been in France for over three months. Ever since she touched down, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was shadowing her every time she stepped out. This sensation had intensified over the last month. Yet, whenever she spun around to catch a glimpse, there was never a suspicious soul in sight. Could it be Manuel? She wondered what he was up to these days. If he'd been let out, it wasn't completely out of the question.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, she decided to call Dillon. "Hey, Dillon."

"Ms. Eliza," Dillon glanced at Casper beside him and switched the phone to speaker mode, "What's up?"

"I was just curious about Manuel's situation. Weren't you handling his case? Any news?"

"He's still under police watch. No need to stress."

"That's a relief."

But then, who could be trailing her? Maybe it was all just in her head? Either way, she figured she should be more careful. With just over a month until her due date, the thought of anything going wrong was frightening.

After she hung up, Dillon's eyes flicked to Casper with a hint of anticipation. "Mr. Casper, Manuel's probably not going to show up in Falconridge again. Have you thought about, well, revealing your identity to Ms. Eliza?" "And do what?" His voice was cool and indifferent.

feeling a bit jumpy. Maybe it's time to come clean... especially since she's nearing her due date. She

same," Dillon tried to

had to swallow

prep mode for the baby's arrival. Juan had gone all out, buying a ton of baby stuff-tiny clothes, bottles, diapers. He'd thought of

sorted through each

methodically, conscious of the

baby's increasing movements,

moment, necessitating a mad dash to the hospital. "If there's anything else you need, just let me know, and I'll

I'll be right there

once before. What's there to

no one to keep her company or help her out, she left the hospital three days later, baby in tow, catching a cab home. Even the postpartum care

been, surviving those tough, lonely days. Now, things were

watched her

felt a pang of sympathy.