His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 572

Darn it, he actually told her to get lost.

Eliza was steaming, jumped up, and slapped him again, "Go on, try yelling at me one more time!"

"I..." His anger deflated instantly from the slap.

"Casper, you think you can dodge what you owe me and just live the easy life? Think again. I'm telling you, that's not gonna happen."

He looked at her with a struggle, "So, what do you want from me? Do you really have to push me like this?"

Was she pushing him?

That wasn't what she meant to do.

Had she gone about it the wrong way?

Eliza didn't try tearing off his mask.

But she sure wasn't going to let him shut himself off either.

"You've got plenty of staff here, and I need someone to look after me. I'll be staying here for my recovery. You don't have a problem with that, do you?" She tilted her head up, eyes daring him to disagree.

Casper locked eyes with her for a few moments, then gave in, "No problem."

"Great, get a room ready for me, and make sure there's a chef and a nanny. I'll have Juan bring the baby over."

With that, Eliza headed downstairs.

Just as she reached the bottom, she ran into Dillon.

Dillon gave a slight bow, "Ms. Eliza."

"You're no saint either." Eliza lifted her foot and stomped hard on Dillon's, grinding it a bit, "We'll settle our accounts later."

Dillon inhaled sharply from the pain but kept a straight face.

"Yes, ma'am."

Eliza called Juan.

Upon hearing the truth, Juan was momentarily speechless.

Before long, he arrived at the mansion with the baby.

The early-arriving nanny quickly took the baby from him.

Juan nudged Eliza, "So Casper's really alive?"

She knew Casper wouldn't make the first move to see her.

After changing, she headed to his usual hangout, the study.

Today, he wasn't wearing a mask, but he had on that familiar black face covering.

She knocked on the door and didn't wait for a response before barging in.

"It's been a month, have you made up your mind?"

"Now that your recovery is over, you should head back to Falconridge. Brock must be missing his mom." His voice was low and gentle but distant.

Eliza didn't argue, walked over, and plopped down on his lap, "Brock only misses his mom, doesn't he miss his dad too?"

Her hand gently wrapped around his neck, her fair skin and the subtle scent that surrounded him making his Adam's apple bob.

"What, can't resist?"

Her soft fingertips lightly traced over his neck, Adam's apple, chest, abs, igniting a warmth, finally hooking onto his belt...

His throat tightened, and he quickly grabbed her hand, "Don't move around."

"What, got hurt here too?" She asked, tilting her head on purpose.