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

gently pushing it open. Inside, a man sat with his back to her, framed by the window. The heavy medieval chair seemed to swallow

gently, her voice a mix of tenderness

didn't respond,

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

him, close enough to feel the rhythm

out, plunging the room into a deep, chaotic darkness. The gloomy sky

faster. Summoning her courage, she moved

swept over her.

Last time, she recognized him.

you talk?

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were alive? Casper, say something!" She was angry, baffled by his insistence on hiding behinda mask. "Are you really that scared

something," Eliza's eyes