His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 674

Casper had on the most earnest look he could muster.

Still, Eliza shook her head, “I’ve got clients to handle, and having you around isn’t ideal.”

Well, alright then.

He was brushed off yet again.

That thirteenth floor was still a no-go zone for him.

“Okay, if you plan to come back, just call me, and I’ll give you a lift,” he relented.

Eliza smiled and tousled his hair, “Sure thing.”

After dropping Eliza off at Welton Tower, Casper didn’t rush off. Instead, he stayed in the car and lit a cigarette.

Only the thirteenth floor of the building was alive with lights, and it stirred a deep unease in him.

He stepped out of the car, stubbing out his cigarette.

The driver hurried over, “Mr. Casper, are you heading back?”

“I’ll just take a breather first.”

So there he was, leaning against the car, eyes fixed on the lit-up thirteenth floor.

He was out there, letting the chilly breeze wash over him.

The driver, not daring to wait inside, joined him and soon found himself shivering and sneezing.

Casper snapped back, glanced at him, “Let’s head back to Welton Estate.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Casper.”

Meanwhile, up on the thirteenth floor,

Eliza was finalizing designs and delivery dates with a client.

The contract talks went off without a hitch, and after signing, she had someone escort the client to the Falconridge Hotel.

Then, she jumped back into her work.

By the time she wrapped up, it was already 11 PM.

“Elle,” he called out.

Eliza was surprised at first, then quickened her pace towards him, “Were you here the whole time, or did you come back just for me?”

“Came back just for you.” He unbuttoned his coat and opened his arms wide, “Feels like something’s missing when you’re not home.”

She dashed into his arms, soaking up his warmth and scent, “What’s missing? Someone to bicker with?”

She hugged him, teasingly looking up at him.

He chuckled and kissed her nose, “Someone to keep my side of the bed warm.”

“Oh, so I’m just your bed warmer, am I?” She playfully pouted, charming as ever.

He was smitten, holding her tight and swaying a little, “I’ll warm your hands, your feet, the bed—how about I be your bed warmer?”

“That sounds about right.” She snuggled into his embrace, feeling cozy. His scent carried a light hint of tobacco, surprisingly pleasant, “Since you’re being so sweet, how about I treat you to a late-night snack?”

“Sure, Mrs. Welton, what’s on the menu?” He gazed at her lovingly.