His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 236

"Why's Casper here?" she blurted out.

Aaron furrowed his brow and shook his head. "Not sure. He must be in Oak Falls for business. I heard he's eyeing a hospital here, and my uncle's a major shareholder. He's probably using this chance to talk to him."

Whatever the reason, Casper had seen her. He'd definitely start questioning her identity.

A wave of unease gripped her heart.

Aaron gently placed his hands on her shoulders, his voice calm and reassuring. "Don't worry, Eliza. He saw you die. Even if he thinks you look familiar now, he'll just assume his eyes are playing tricks on him. He'd never guess you're still alive."

Eliza's eyes fluttered. Would he really?

"Alright, stop stressing. Stay here and rest for a bit. Don't go out."

Eliza nodded lightly. "Aaron, could you let your uncle know?"

"Of course." He smiled gently.

Eliza stayed anxiously in the room for a while.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Startled, she clutched her rapidly beating heart and glanced at the screen. It was Chelsea.

"Hey, Chelsea."

"Elle, are you almost done there?"

Eliza checked the time. The clock showed ten. "Almost. How's my baby? Still behaving?"

"The little guy's been great," Chelsea's voice was tender. "He had dinner, played with his toys for a bit, and then went to bed without any fuss. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him. Nothing will happen."

His arms were propped against the wall, trapping her in a small space. He leaned in, their noses almost touching, his deep eyes filled with confusion.

"Is that so, Mr. Casper? You think I'm your wife who has come back to life?" She chuckled lightly, her lips curving into a sympathetic smile.

"You look like her." His voice was deep and hoarse. "But she didn't have a twin sister."

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Casper?" She pushed him slightly, her eyes meeting his with displeasure. "The world's big, and lots of people look alike. If you miss your late wife so much, you should visit her grave more often instead of being rude to a woman you're meeting for the first time."

Maybe it was just his imagination, a hallucination born from longing. Perhaps this woman only resembled her a bit, and he stubbornly saw them as identical.

Reluctantly, unwillingly, he let go of her.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Valerie." He apologized in a low voice, his gaze still on her face. "Maybe I just miss her too much."