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His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 502

Summary for Chapter 502: His Destructive, Toxic Love

Update Chapter 502 of His Destructive, Toxic Love by Ethan Prescott

With the author's famous His Destructive, Toxic Love series, Ethan Prescott captivates readers with every word. Dive into chapter Chapter 502, where love anecdotes intertwine with plot twists and hidden demons. Will the next chapters of the His Destructive, Toxic Love series be available today?
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"In this freezing weather, sleeping outside is just asking for trouble. You could catch your death or, at the very least, a nasty cold." Eliza set up the sleeping bag for Casper.

But Casper waved it off, saying, "I'll just pile on some more blankets. I'm a man; I'll be fine."

Eliza gave him a skeptical look. "Are you sure about that?"

"Absolutely. Get some rest," Casper reassured her. After arranging his blankets, he lay down beside her, watching as Eliza snuggled into her sleeping bag before he finally closed his eyes.

Later that night...

Eliza was woken up by Casper's sporadic coughing and restless tossing. The tent was anything but cozy, and the blankets they had weren't exactly thick. Was he catching a cold?

Eliza reached out gently to feel his forehead. It seemed a bit warm.

"Casper," she called softly.

With his eyes still shut, he murmured in response.

"Casper, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," he replied curtly, keeping his eyes closed.

His voice was a bit raspy, and after another cough, Eliza switched on a small lamp, her eyes falling on his pale face. "Casper, why don't you... come and share the sleeping bag with me?"

"What did you say?" He struggled to open his eyes, looking towards Eliza, his gaze heavy and slightly foggy.

Eliza repeated herself more clearly, "I said, why don't you come and share the sleeping bag with me? It's pretty roomy, and it's really cold out."

"Oh," he mumbled, scooting closer to her.

"What's wrong?" Casper's deep, slightly hoarse voice suddenly whispered in her ear.

Eliza's heart jumped. "Nothing, just... turning over." She shifted to the side, but with the limited space, she couldn't move far.

"Maybe I should just go," he suggested.

Eliza quickly grabbed his arm. "Just hang in there a bit longer; it should be dawn soon."

No point in fussing over a little discomfort now. They were already in this together.

"I can tell you're not feeling well."

"It's nothing," she said, biting her lip as she settled back down, her eyes blinking towards the tent's fabric.

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