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.

the end of the hallway, a door was slightly ajar. Her heart was pounding, a mix of nerves, excitement, and the

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.

her voice a mix of tenderness

didn't respond, didn't even

her steps slow and deliberate. "Casper, is

behind him, close enough to feel the rhythm of his breathing. Still, he gave no sign

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

faster. Summoning her courage, she moved around

and a chill swept over her.

she recognized him. His hasty retreat had screamed

won't you talk?

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tell 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

eyes