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

couple of deep breaths before gently pushing it open. Inside, a man sat with

voice

didn't respond, didn't

steps slow and deliberate. "Casper, is that you?" This time, her voice carried more

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

The gloomy sky outside offered

breath coming faster. Summoning her

she met his gaze, and a chill swept over her. Beneath

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

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behinda mask. "Are you really that scared I'll know it's you? If you wanted to end things, you could've just said so.

something," Eliza's eyes glistened with unshed