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.

ajar. Her heart was pounding, a mix of nerves, excitement, and the joy of a reunion she'd imagined a thousand times

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

called gently, her voice a mix

respond, didn't

slow and deliberate.

rhythm of his breathing. Still, he gave no

room into a deep, chaotic darkness. The gloomy sky outside offered no light, making the

faster. Summoning her courage, she moved

swept over her. Beneath a cold mask were those deep, familiar eyes... "You're Casper,

eyes. Last time, she recognized him. His hasty retreat

won't you talk?

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me you were alive? Casper, say something!" She was angry, baffled by his insistence on hiding behinda mask. "Are you really that scared I'll know it's you? If you wanted

something," Eliza's eyes