His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 647

Early in the morning, Eliza stirred awake with a gentle kiss. Nestled in his arms like a soft lamb, she allowed his kisses to vary from light to deep, as he pleased. The morning light filtered through the curtains, and she lazily fluttered her eyelashes open to gaze at him, letting out a soft murmur.

"Awake?" he asked, his lips curling into a warm smile.

Eliza stretched with a yawn, "We've got to head back to Falconridge today. What time is it?"

"Your assistant just texted. I glanced at it—our flight's at noon, so we've got some time yet."

He held her waist, feeling his desire grow. She rolled over, her face nestled into the pillow, eyes shut again. "Alright, I'll catch a bit more sleep."

Casper chuckled softly, a mix of helplessness and adoration in his eyes, as he planted a kiss on her hair and slipped out of bed. He'd already arranged for Dillon and Brian to take their luggage to the airport.

There was still plenty of time. He decided to shower first and then join her for breakfast, marking the close of their Paris adventure.

When he emerged from the shower, Eliza had lazily gotten out of bed. The hotel had delivered breakfast, and she was bending over the table, setting things up. Dressed in Casper's oversized white shirt, with only her long, slender legs visible, she was a vision in the morning light, which cast a soft halo around her.

He approached, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss on her cheek. "Let me handle this. You go freshen up, alright?"

"Okay," she agreed, turning towards the bathroom. But before she could go, he caught her chin and gave her a deep kiss. "Back at Falconridge, you owe me," he teased.

"I know," she laughed, gently pushing him away.

By the time she returned, refreshed, breakfast was ready. The milk was warmed, and the toast, sausage, eggs, and salad dressing were perfectly arranged.

"Start with some warm water, then have your milk," he instructed, handing her a glass and gently guiding her to sit. He then slid a hair tie from his wrist and gathered her hair into a loose ponytail. "We've got time, take it slow," he said with a tenderness that was almost tangible.

"Silly? How so?"

"Well, having two sons—isn't that a bit silly?" He mused, dreamily gazing at her with a tender smile. "I’ve always wished for a daughter, you know."

Eliza rolled her eyes playfully. She'd never really imagined herself with children. From believing she couldn't have any, to the unexpected joys of Brock and then Brett, she felt blessed. Having a daughter seemed like an extravagant wish.

She let his comment slide, as it sometimes stirred memories she'd rather leave in the past. Though she'd moved on, some scars lingered.

Casper suddenly realized he'd wandered into a topic they usually avoided. The matter of having more children was not his to dictate. If she wanted more, that was her choice; if not, he would never push.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, regret in his voice. "I shouldn’t have brought it up. Just speaking without thinking... If it weren’t for me back then, your health wouldn’t have suffered, and here I am, making thoughtless demands. Truly, I’m shameless."