His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 679

Casper: ...

She calls that bottle her "knight in shining armor" move?

So, she's the knight, and he's... the damsel?

"Yeah, handsome, super handsome, incredibly handsome." He fibbed, flashing a grin to keep her happy.

Eliza puffed up with pride like a little knight, giving her chest a playful pat, "Listen up, when you're with me, I'm your protector. No one's gonna mess with you, trust me."

"Thank you, my hero," he chuckled, shaking his head.

"No worries." She tilted her face skyward, eyes lost in the endless night.

A snowflake landed softly on her nose, sending a chill through her.

"Casper, it's snowing!" She lifted her hand, catching a few snowflakes, marveling at their delicate shapes, "Casper, this is the first snow of the year."

"You like snow?" He adjusted his pace, carrying her gently, "Then let's enjoy it together a bit longer."

The snowflakes started falling thick and fast.

They floated down like feathers, quickly dressing the poplar trees and roadside in a thin winter coat.

Eliza was ecstatic.

She insisted on getting off Casper's back to play in the snow.

"First, get your coat on properly."

He buttoned up her coat snugly before letting her go, watching as she dashed through the snowflakes.

In his eyes, the world was vast, but she was always the heartbeat in his gaze.

The memories they shared were scarce, too few to recall much.

He decided, from now on, he'd spend more time with her, exploring the world, realizing that promises meant less than being there for her every moment.

"Watch your step, it's slippery," he gently reminded.

She glanced back at him, her eyes twinkling, "Casper, your hair's gone white!"

She laughed, her joy infectious.

Under the streetlights, her shadow and the snowflakes wove a magical picture, like a sprite from a Van Gogh painting.

"It's fine to let loose now and then." He handed her a thermometer, "Open up."

Eliza obediently opened her mouth for the thermometer, watching him peel the backing off a cooling patch to place on her forehead.

Her eyes were full of gratitude and warmth.

"Knock, knock." Caleb stood at the bedroom door, grinning, "Hey, bro, sis."

"Perfect timing. Can you check her blood and see if she needs something for the inflammation?" Casper asked, organizing everything with care.

Caleb came in with a medical kit in hand.

"Have you taken her temperature? What's it at now?" Casper handed the thermometer to Caleb, who took a look, "Still got a bit of a fever. I'll give you something to bring it down."

Eliza felt bad for bothering Caleb.

After all, he was a doctor at the hospital, not Casper's personal doctor.

"I'm fine, your brother's just being overprotective."

Caleb was used to it—Casper was head over heels, "Right now, you're the number one priority for him, so I've got to get you back to full health quickly."