His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 646

Opening the first box, she was completely floored.

Inside was a tiara, sparkling with diamonds exactly like the ones on her ring. The shimmer was so brilliant it practically blinded her.

"Oh my gosh, is this for me? It's stunning. This must be worth a fortune, right?"

She picked it up carefully, cradling it in her hands to admire it from every angle. Its sparkle was unmatched, making it irresistibly desirable.

"Of course, it's yours. As long as you love it, its worth is beyond measure. If not, it might as well be worthless."

How could Eliza not adore it? This was, hands down, the most beautiful tiara she'd ever laid eyes on. No kidding, it outshone the Queen of England's by a mile.

He gently took the tiara from her, placing it on her head, "This is my unique love for you."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Casper."

Eliza was overwhelmed with a happiness she'd never known before. So, this is what being cherished and loved feels like. At this moment, love had a shape, a feeling, and even a taste.

His long fingers pointed to the remaining boxes on the table, softly suggesting, "Why don't you open those too?"

"Sure thing."

Eliza eagerly opened each box. How to describe it? It was a feast for the eyes.

Jewelry decked out in colored diamonds—necklaces, bracelets, bangles, earrings. She'd never seen such an opulent display all at once.

"Wow..." Her eyes were wide with amazement, a gasp escaping her lips.

He asked softly, "Do you like them?"

"I do," she nodded enthusiastically, her mind blown.

The wine was a custom order from a small Bordeaux vineyard. Not cheap, and rumored to taste better than many big-name brands. It was a gift from a friend.

"Alright then... let's have a little," he said with a slightly forced smile.

Eliza wasn't much of a drinker. Casper wasn't either. They chatted about nothing in particular, covering everything from the origins of wine to presidential elections.

With more than half the wine still in the decanter, Eliza started to feel a bit tipsy. Her cheeks flushed, she propped her head on one hand, swaying a little as she continued to sip her wine.

Casper shook his head, amused. It was like watching a kid sneak a drink.

"Okay, that's enough," he said, bending down to scoop her up, setting her wine glass aside, "You should do something else now."

"Right, I feel like... sleeping..." Eliza snuggled closer into Casper's arms and was out like a light.

Casper: ...On the day of his proposal, she ends up drunk and asleep?