His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 105

"No."

"No? Why do you need your own apartment? Are you single?" Casper spat out a curse.

Eliza didn't quite catch what he said, but it was definitely something rude. "So, you don't agree?"

She knew he wouldn't.

She really liked this apartment. She thought maybe he'd be a bit more lenient since it was his territory.

Feeling a bit regretful, she turned to leave. His irritable voice suddenly came through the phone, "You better live there 'til the end of time."

The call ended.

Eliza shivered, and then she smiled.

So that meant he agreed.

Eliza busied herself for the next few days, setting up her cozy little apartment.

Though it wasn't big, she made it neat and homey, even placing a vase of beautiful sunflowers on the windowsill.

Lying on the soft, large bed, she inhaled the fresh scent of fabric softener from the blankets.

Her phone rang. She picked it up and looked at the screen, her smile freezing.

It was Casper.

After a long moment, she slowly answered, "Hello?"

"There's a guy who's into oil paintings. He’s got a few pieces and invited me to check them out. Come with me, just to make an appearance."

"Do I have to go?" She really didn't want to.

He didn't seem to care much about her refusal. "Get ready. I'll pick you up in half an hour."

"Mr. Casper." She was afraid he'd hang up. "Let Nova go with you; she probably knows a bit about oil paintings, too. Hello? Hello?"

The call ended.

Eliza was speechless. She couldn't understand why he insisted on her coming along, just like she couldn't figure out why he insisted she work at Welton International.

"Eliza, have you no shame crawling into a man's bed? Who taught you that?" He would say. "I warn you to stay away from me. Have any more filthy thoughts, and you can get out."

Such words weren't what newlyweds should say to each other.

She only remembered being so stunned at the time. He had scolded her as if she had done something utterly shameful.

From then on, whenever he came home, she would stick to her side of the bed, quietly cooperating whenever he had physical needs and never daring to get too close to him again.

This incident left a deep scar in her heart, unhealed to this day.

"Later, I'll find a doctor to treat your condition properly." He suddenly became gentle.

She really couldn't bring herself to be moved. "No thank you." Her voice was soft but firm.

He didn't continue.

The car drove steadily on.

They stopped in front of a majestic gate.