His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 509

Casper was playing the part of the perfect husband to a T. And a charming one at that. Eliza let out a soft sigh, unsure if starting their relationship like this was the right move or just a step toward a deeper, darker place. Deep down, she genuinely wanted to give them both a fair shot. But insecurity gnawed at her.

She couldn’t help but wonder how long Casper’s efforts to please would last before he got tired of it all. And then what? Would they keep up appearances just to be good parents to their child? In the end, she realized she couldn’t quite figure Casper out.

The table was set with steaming hot pasta, and he had gone out of his way to add two perfectly cooked eggs to her plate. His own bowl, however, just had a few egg bits. Was he trying to be noble or what? She thought it was unnecessary; it’s not like they couldn’t afford more eggs.

“Why didn’t you cook more eggs?” she asked.

“I’m not that into eggs, so I just made two for you.” He smiled, a soft, gentle curve at the corners of his lips.

Okay, maybe she was overthinking it. The dining area was calm, and they barely spoke while eating. He finished quickly and then just watched her.

Feeling a bit awkward under his gaze, Eliza put down her fork. “Casper, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, ask away,” he replied casually.

“What do you think is the most important thing between a husband and wife?”

Casper paused for a moment; he believed that a good marriage needed honesty, tolerance, and mutual understanding. But he wasn’t sure if that was what Eliza wanted to hear.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I’m asking you,” she said with a slight frown. “In your view, what’s the most important thing in a marriage?”

“Love,” he said.

Eliza: ...

To her, such a vague answer felt like he was dodging the question. Disappointment flickered in her eyes, and she lost the drive to continue the conversation.

“How long can you keep that up? A year, two years, or...” She lifted her long lashes, her gaze searching and uncertain.

He looked at her, eyes deep and unwavering, “A lifetime.”

“A lifetime.” Those words hung softly in the air, distant yet full of promise, stirring both desire and doubt.

A flicker of worry crossed her eyes. He gently pulled her into his arms. “Let’s work on this together, okay?”

His steady heartbeat, close to her ear, slowly synced with her own breath. She had to admit, in this moment, his embrace brought her a warmth she had never felt before. Her heart trembled, ever so slightly.

“Casper, can you truly love someone?”

“I may not know how yet, but I’m willing to learn. And I firmly believe loving you is something that comes naturally to me. Trust me, okay?”