His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 523

She barely glanced at him before turning away. With a casual lift of her hand, she picked up the hefty gift box Manuel had left on top of the shoe cabinet and scanned it with her phone. The price tag was no joke. This wasn’t something a simple dinner could settle. If she’d known, she would’ve taken him somewhere fancy for dinner today.

“Did he give you this?” the man suddenly asked.

Eliza smirked slightly, “Yeah.”

“If you need anything, just let me know. Even if you don’t want to tell me, I’ve given you my card. You can buy whatever you need. What can’t we afford that you’ve got to take his gifts?”

Casper, being a man, had his possessiveness. He just didn’t think Eliza should be accepting gifts from Manuel.

Eliza couldn’t be bothered to explain. Hugging the gift box, she headed back to the bedroom. Just as she was about to close the door, Casper blocked it with his hand, his tone softening, “Are you really not going to talk to me?”

“With your temper, Mr. Casper, how could I dare?” she replied with a slight pout, avoiding his gaze.

“My temper?” He chuckled, genuinely amused by the accusation.

Eliza turned on her heel and walked inside, with him trailing her, “Fine, I won’t argue. If I haven’t eaten, that’s on me. You going out to eat is your choice. Who you eat with and whose gifts you accept—your call. Happy now?”

“Why do you have to be so sarcastic?”

“Then how should I be?” He was clearly frustrated, but he kept his cool, staying a respectful distance away. “I just want to know, what am I to you, really?”

She should’ve just swallowed her pride and explained things earlier. It wasn’t that hard. She decided she’d wait until he got back from Africa to sort things out.

Once Casper was in Africa, he barely sent any messages. Eliza was caught up with work in Oak Falls and spent weekends in Falconridge playing with Brock. Sometimes she missed him and thought about checking in to see how he was doing. But, after drafting a message, she’d always delete it. This went on for about a month.

One weekend, after dropping Brock off at preschool, she went to the hospital to get checked out. Since leaving Falconridge, she’d worked hard on her health. Her stomach was better, and her cycles were regular. But recently, she’d been feeling dizzy and nauseous, and her period was over ten days late. She and Casper hadn’t been careful.

The thought of being pregnant had crossed her mind. After her check-up, the tests confirmed it—she was pregnant, a little over a month along, likely from that camping trip.

Holding the pregnancy report, it felt like a hot potato. Eliza was at a bit of a loss.