His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 570

He rubbed his temples, caught in an endless loop of trying to convince himself and failing. The rain came down in a sudden, noisy burst, typical of a spring day that couldn't decide between warmth and chill. It was anything but gentle, with a coldness that seeped into your bones. Still, his heart, hard as it was, couldn't stand the thought of her getting soaked.

"Bring her in," he murmured softly.

"Yes, sir," replied the servant, who then went to fetch Eliza into the manor. Dillon didn't bother greeting her himself.

She was alright, though her hair was a bit damp from the rain. Her thick coat had shielded her from the worst of it.

"Where's he at?" she asked, anxious to see him.

The servant gestured upstairs. "The master's on the second floor. You can head up."

"Thanks," she said, quickening her pace, almost breaking into a run as she climbed the stairs.

door was slightly ajar. Her heart was pounding, a mix of nerves, excitement,

softly, pausing at the door to take a couple of deep breaths before gently pushing it open. Inside, a man sat with his back to her, framed by the window. The heavy medieval chair seemed

voice a mix of tenderness and

didn't respond,

moving closer, her steps slow and deliberate. "Casper, is that you?"

behind him, close enough to feel the rhythm of

suddenly cut out, plunging the room into a deep, chaotic darkness. The gloomy sky outside offered no

Summoning her courage, she

her eyes adjusted, she met his gaze, and a chill swept over her. Beneath a cold mask

those eyes. Last time, she recognized

you talk?

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Casper, say something!" She was angry, baffled by his insistence on hiding behinda mask. "Are you really that scared I'll know

Eliza's eyes glistened