His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 92

His tongue slipped between her lips, demanding her to get tangled up with him. "Be good, listen to me, alright?" he said, softening his tone.

Eliza wasn’t having any of it, her fists pounding against him, fighting back.

But to him, her weak punches felt more like playful flirting. His interest spiked, their breaths mingling as he nibbled her earlobe, demanding, "Who's better, me or Aaron?"

Eliza couldn't respond. Faced with such a twisted question, she bit down hard, letting him wonder.

She stayed silent, but his frenzy escalated, gripping her waist and pressing against her burning skin. "Tell me, who's better? Who satisfies you more? Speak."

She wouldn’t say a word, and he kept tormenting her. In the end, he got nothing out of her lips.

Panting, he bit the soft skin behind her ear. "I heard that your mom is showing good results in the research project. She's waking up, right?"

Eliza's heart sank. She was terrified Casper would meddle in this.

"Please."

"Please, what?" His hand caressed her slender waist gently, "Hmm?"

"Please, don't go after someone already in a coma. My mom raised Nova; she hasn't done anything wrong."

He scoffed, his lips brushing her ear. "Then tell me, who satisfies you more, me or Aaron?"

He was fixated on getting an answer. It was all about his ego.

Cornered, she reluctantly lied, "You."

"You slept with him, didn't you!" he exploded, shoving her away, his face twisted in rage, "Eliza, you’ve got some nerve, cheating on me. You'll pay for this."

Eliza’s anxiety eased a bit. She thought Casper's anger had cooled down, so she planned to apologize, to sweet-talk him, hoping to lighten his mood so he wouldn't hold a grudge. After all, she couldn't handle his revenge.

Three days later, in the morning, she woke up early, dressed in one of Casper’s favorite outfits, and did her makeup meticulously, ready to visit Welton International.

In her hands were homemade cookies. Prepping and baking them took almost two hours, and they smelled delicious.

Before she left, she checked herself in the mirror, looking radiant. She was like a blooming rose, dazzlingly beautiful.

Just as she got into the car, a call came from Hope Hospital, "Hello?"

"Ms. Eliza, could you come to the hospital? There’s been a sudden complication with the project. Your mother, she..."

Eliza felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if a bad omen loomed, "What happened to my mom?"