His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 104

Their eyes locked.

Out of nowhere, he leaned in and kissed her. She was startled and shoved him away. “Please, Mr. Casper, have some respect.”

“Eliza, you’re my wife.” He was visibly annoyed, her repeated rejections fueling his anger. “What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you text me this morning, reminding me not to tell anyone at work about our relationship?” She stepped back to increase the distance between them. “At the office, we’re just boss and employee.”

He stared at her, cold and intense. His rage was about to boil over, but he managed to keep it in check. With a deep breath, he slammed his hand down, shattering the ashtray on his desk. “Get out.”

Eliza turned and bolted. She nearly collided with Faithe on her way out. “Ms. Eliza? Did you upset Mr. Casper again? We’re at work. Please mind your behavior.”

Faithe tossed some documents at her. “Alright, back to work.”

Eliza didn’t argue. She gathered the papers and headed back to the design department.

The design department was on the twenty-second floor, just one floor below the CEO's office. Eliza had taken too long, and her supervisor wasn’t happy. “Why did that take you an hour?”

“Sorry, Molly. I’ll be quicker next time.”

“The last thing we need is a designer who drags their feet. I don’t care where you worked before; here, we value efficiency. Got it?”

“Got it.”

Thankfully, Molly didn’t push further.

The room was reasonably clean. The HR representative had told her the previous tenant had lived here with their partner and was getting married, leaving the unit vacant. There was a moderately sized double bed, hinting at its past use as a lover’s nest. Eliza needed to change the linens and tidy up a bit before she could move in.

She’d prefer to live in her own place if she could, but that wasn’t an option. Anything was better than going back to Welton Estate, which weighed heavily on her heart. The only question was whether Casper would let her stay here.

After some hesitation, she called him.

“Hello?” His voice was cool and detached.

Eliza paused. “Mr. Casper, I’ve applied for a studio apartment. It’s closer to the office, and I plan to stay here for a while.”

He chuckled softly on the other end. “Are you avoiding me?”