Chapter 636 "Casper, could you maybe shave? It's prickling me." She complained, her voice playful yet earnest. With a cheeky grin, he scooped her up and gently laid her on the big bed. His eyes locked onto hers, sparkling with affection, and his breath grew warm as he leaned in, his lips lightly brushing hers, like a gentle breeze over a still pond.

He flicked off the bedroom light, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp to cast a cozy, intimate glow.

"Did you miss me?" he whispered, planting soft kisses on her face. His lips, like a gentle rain, landed tenderly on her forehead, eyelashes, and nose, as her cheeks flushed a soft pink. He coaxed her gently, "Come on, tell me you missed me, huh?"

"No..." she began, but her words were cut off as he captured her lips in a tender kiss.

He skillfully entwined his tongue with hers, deepening the kiss. Casper was an expert at this, and Eliza found herself completely swept away.

His strong hand clasped hers, fingers interlaced, lifting her arms above her head. He nibbled on her earlobe, his voice low and teasing, "Say you missed me, hmm?"

"Gu..." she murmured, unable to resist his charm. Her body quivered slightly.

"I missed you, so much," he murmured against her ear, his voice filled with warmth. His love was always intense and consuming, turning their moments together into a rollercoaster of passion and longing. She soaked in his affection, her eyelashes glistening with emotion.

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searched the house but couldn't find her, so he called her, but there was no answer. He figured she must have left

packed it in a thermal lunch box, intending to

International, he was in high spirits, holding the lunch box as he stepped out

off her gaze and headed straight for the

feeling a pang of

just in time. "Casper, why are you avoiding me?" she asked, trying to sound

work, Fiona. You shouldn't follow me up," he replied, his voice and eyes cold as ice. Fiona's shoulders slumped, her eyes drifting to the lunch box in his hand. "Who's the food for?" she asked, trying

Casper's expression remained stoic,

When Fiona reached for the lunch box, he quickly pulled it away. "What are you doing? Trying to steal it?" he snapped, his gaze sharp and

together, shrugging it off. "I just wanted to see what's inside. If you like it,

thirteenth floor, and suddenly Fiona understood. The lunch box

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