His Destructive, Toxic Love

Eliza's cooperation left him feeling deeply satisfied. He couldn't seem to get enough of her, pulling her close again and again, losing count after the third or fourth time. Afterward, he didn't leave her to shower like he usually did. Instead, he held her tight, smothering her with kisses for what felt like forever before finally letting her go.

From that day on, the smile that had long been absent from Eliza's face started to reappear. Though it wasn't as carefree as it used to be, at least to Casper, it was a huge improvement. She stopped talking about divorce and didn't push back as much. To him, this was a big deal.

Her pearl earrings found their way back to her earlobes, a small but significant change. Casper felt a sense of relief and began to loosen his grip on her, giving her a bit more freedom.

She took advantage of this newfound space and arranged to meet Chelsea and Aaron at a quiet, private club.

"Let's stick to the plan we discussed," she said softly but firmly. "Aaron, I'm really sorry for dragging you into this mess."

A flash of complicated emotion crossed Aaron's eyes. "Don't apologize. No one wanted things to turn out this way. It's all Casper's fault..."

Chelsea took Eliza's hand, her excitement palpable. "His engagement party is the day after tomorrow. Can you go through with it? Are you sure?"

"Yes," Eliza nodded. This was her last shot. Only if she 'died' and disappeared from his world could she truly be free.

"I've already prepped the house in Oak Falls," Chelsea said, having covered all bases. "Eliza, I can't wait to see you start afresh."

"I've arranged for the press, an ambulance, and every tiny detail," Aaron added, hopeful. "I believe everything will go smoothly."

"Thank you, Chelsea. Thank you, Aaron," Eliza said, filled with anticipation. She was ready for the day she'd rise from the ashes.

...

The big screen in the square kept looping footage of Casper and Nova's upcoming engagement party. Eliza sat in the taxi, looking wistfully at the dreamlike venue, letting out a soft sigh. She had stolen Nova's happiness but was ready to return it. She didn't want it anymore.

Back at the Welton family home, she switched into her slippers and headed upstairs, planning to catch some sleep.

As she opened the bedroom door, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a barrage of kisses, like a storm catching her off guard.

Casper held the back of her head,

pressing her down onto the big bed, their faces brushing against each other. He didn't give her any chance to escape, almost melding her into his own body.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his breath heavy, their noses nearly touching.

She blinked her moist eyes. "I just met Chelsea, and we had a chat."Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I missed you today."

Casper had been restless at Welton International, constantly battling the urge to call her. He'd dial her number, then delete it, over and over. Finally, he couldn't take it

anymore and came home early.

His arms wrapped tightly around her, and he kissed her forehead. "And you?"

"I... am a bit hungry."

"I'll check if Marian's done cooking." He kissed her lips and then got up. "Food will be ready soon."

She nodded with a smile, like a

gentle breeze rippling across a lake. But once the door closed, her fake smile faded quickly, like a painting losing its color, vanishing into thin air

He missed her? What a joke.

Did she miss him? Absolutely not.

She wished she'd never see him again.

Casper walked into the kitchen, his steps unhurried and elegant. Marian hurried over. "Sir, it's not time to eat yet. Are you hungry?"