His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 566

Dillon's words rattled off like a machine gun, filled with frustration and a hint of self-awareness. Caroline blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. A wave of hurt washed over her out of nowhere. Her eyes began to redden as she rubbed her nose, her voice catching in her throat amidst the smell of alcohol. "What are you getting at? I didn't mean it that way."

"I don't care what you meant, Miss Caroline. You should get some rest. I'm leaving."

Dillon turned on his heel to go. But Caroline stumbled out of bed, throwing her arms around his waist. Her face pressed against his back, she whispered through her tears, "Dillon, do you really not like me at all? Am I going to go through life without anyone ever liking me?"

"I..."

Could he even dare? Was he even worthy? He knew his place. How could he possibly think he deserved her affection? She waited for his response, but it never came. Her grip loosened, and she let go of his waist, feeling the weight of her unworthiness.

"Fine, you can go."

She turned away unsteadily, her eyes brimming with disappointment. She looked like a vase that had just been shattered. After all, love was never meant to be one-sided. No matter what Dillon said, he was in his prime. Why would he ever fall for an older woman?

Feeling drained, she waved him off. "Go on, I'm going to sleep."

Dillon glanced back at her, his heart heavy with a bitter sadness. He didn't know how to put his feelings into words. Maybe, just maybe, he could muster some courage.

"Caroline," he called softly, his voice tinged with pain and a hint of hope. "I don't come from a wealthy family, and I don't earn much. I can't offer you a lavish lifestyle. Would you... be willing to face life's challenges with me?"

"What do you mean by 'want me'?"

His breath grew warmer by her ear, and she looked up at him, seeing a mix of expectation and desire in his eyes. Was he serious? Or was it just a physical need? Suddenly, she felt a rush of nervousness. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"Dillon, I know we're both adults and that sleeping together to release some tension isn't a big deal, but I..." She struggled to find the right words. "I'm not young anymore. I don't want to play around. I'm looking for something real, something with a future."

The room was filled with tension for a moment. Then, in a swift motion, his hand cradled her head. "That's exactly what I mean."

His lips found hers, washing away all her doubts with his boldness. As their desires entwined, the moonlight cast a glow on his strong back, her fingers tracing soft trails across it, leaving behind a path of passion. Their bodies intertwined, silently engulfed in the moment of growing desire...