His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 163

"Scared?"

His large hand gripped her slender waist, keeping Eliza immobile as their faces nearly touched, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. An intense, sensual tension filled the air.

When they had just married, Casper liked having her face away from him in bed. It was the only way he could truly enjoy himself. To please him, Eliza would kneel until her knees hurt, but she was happy.

She had read online that if a man loves a woman's body, he'll gradually open his heart to her. She eagerly awaited the day he would confess his love. She'd dreamed countless times of hearing him say, "Eliza, I love you."

Back then, she was just a girl who blushed and got heart flutters easily. She thought marriage meant being with someone forever. She imagined having his children. But all her thoughts were just that—thoughts.

Casper only cared for her body and never intended to give her his heart. Her past hopes had turned into disdain and contempt. Looking into his eyes didn't make her heart race or her cheeks flush anymore. Without love, there was nothing left.

"Mr. Casper, we should change your dressing first," she said, pushing him away calmly and reaching for the tray.

He was annoyed. The cold alcohol swabs irritated his nearly healed wound. With a flick of his hand, he knocked the tray to the floor, the items clattering loudly.

"Eliza, what's with the attitude?" he barked.

She stayed in the same position, disinfecting his wound, alcohol droplets falling from the tweezers in her hand. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it down, his voice deep and hoarse, "You’re thinking of divorcing me, aren't you? Are you planning to marry Aaron or David? Well, it's not happening."

"Casper, why are you always like this?" She was frustrated with his empty promises and lack of trust.

Eliza found it ludicrous. "What should I call you then? Mr. Welton? Whatever you prefer, I can comply."

"What did you use to call me?" He pinched her chin, his hot breath lingering on her lips.

"Mr. Casper, didn’t you find that name disgusting?" she retorted.

As his wife, she joyfully called him "honey," and he angrily shouted at her, calling it disgusting. She was probably the only one in the world to have experienced this. Wasn’t it ridiculous and sad? Was it pitiful? Not at all; it was all her own doing.

"Whatever." He didn't want to argue anymore and lowered his head to kiss her lips. She didn't respond, so he forced her to.