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His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 605

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Read Chapter 605 with many climactic and unique details. The series His Destructive, Toxic Love is one of the top-selling novels by Ethan Prescott. Chapter content Chapter 605 - The heroine seems to fall into the abyss of despair, heartache, and empty-handed. But unexpectedly, a big event occurred. So what was that event? Read His Destructive, Toxic Love Chapter 605 for more details.

His heart raced, and his legs felt like jelly, as if he was teetering on the brink of life and death.

"What are you doing with that knife?" He stammered, hoping the alleged affair wasn't a done deal and no drastic action was necessary. "I mean... surely this isn't a life-or-death situation, right?"

Eliza didn't even glance up, her wrist flicked effortlessly, the blade slicing a chilling path through the air. "Casper, you've dirtied your hands, and I'm here to clean up the mess."

The blade gleamed ominously.

She paused, exhaling slowly before turning her head, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.

Casper's face turned ghostly pale, his legs refusing to cooperate.

"Sweetheart, don't do this. I can look into it, I promise I'll get to the bottom of it. No need for any drastic measures, really, it's not what it seems."

He backed away, fear gripping him.

One wrong move, and he felt he might end up in a very bad place.

Eliza emerged from the bathroom, knife in hand.

The cold gleamed with menace.

Each step she took, Casper matched with a step back. Eventually, he was cornered, collapsing onto the soft bed, yielding to her grip on his collar.

"Is that right?" Her voice was icy, sending shivers down his spine.

"I just need a little time to figure this out, can you give me three days?"

His Adam's apple bobbed nervously.

The knife's cold tip traced a line from his cheek, down to his throat, slowly moving over each tense muscle, along the ridges of his abs, finally resting at the spot.

Meanwhile, Eliza leaned against the headboard, texting Chelsea on her phone.

"Chelsea, I need your take—do you think Casper's cheating?" Eliza's fingers flew over the screen, "I found condoms in his lounge, and one used in the trash. Do you think he's been with someone else?"

Chelsea, fresh out of the shower, hair still damp, picked up her phone to reply to Eliza, "Given his history, it wouldn't be a shocker if he did."

"Chelsea..." Eliza clutched her phone, rolling over in bed, her fingers still typing away, "…do you really think he might have cheated?"

Chelsea wanted to tread carefully, fearing Eliza might repeat past mistakes.

But it seemed she was already heading down that road again.

They'd barely patched things up, and Casper was already stirring up trouble. Could they ever find peace?

"Casper's no saint. His changes were all about winning you back, getting your forgiveness, your love. And now? Whether it’s true or not, it just shows he left the door open for trouble."

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