His Destructive, Toxic Love
Chapter 57

Casper glanced at Eliza, drenched in water, and said coldly, "Go take a shower." Eliza didn't look up; she just picked up the basin and headed into the bathroom.

Nova slapped herself twice, saying, "I didn't mean to make things difficult for her. I just couldn't take the temperature anymore. I'm such an asshole. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry..." "It's alright," Casper said, grabbing her wrist just in time. "No one blames you."

"Casper," she took a chance and hugged him around the waist, leaning against his chest, crying even harder. "Maybe I should leave. My being here only makes things worse for you and Eliza. I'm really useless. Please, let me go home. Let me fend for myself."

Casper, with his usual chilly gaze, patted her back to comfort her.

"Casper, really, I feel like everything I do is wrong. The media is one thing, but if Eliza misunderstands me and you..." Nova cunningly rolled her eyes, then continued sobbing.

"Don't overthink it. Go take a bath and get some rest."

Casper had the house staff push Nova in the elevator up to the second floor. He sat in the living room, lighting a cigarette.

Marian walked over and said, "Sir, I've organized all of Mrs. Welton's belongings."

"Buy an automatic temperature-controlled foot spa tomorrow."

"Of course, sir."

Eliza took the chance to cry her heart out while she was in the shower. Only then did she replace the strength to keep going. After crying, she grabbed a bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom.

Her suitcase was gone.

After looking around and not replaceing it, she asked, "Marian, where's my suitcase?"

Marian hurried over. "Mr. Welton instructed us to move your suitcase to the master bedroom."

To the master bedroom? Wasn't that where he and Nova were staying now?

"Okay."

Eliza went upstairs.

Standing in front of the master bedroom, where she had lived for two years, she hesitated,

whether to move her g

the guest bedroom next door.

To be honest, she didn't want to share a room with Casper.

Just as she was about to push the door, it suddenly opened from inside.

Their eyes met.

She hurriedly towered her thick eyelashes. Having just taken a shower, she looked as beautiful as a freshly bloomed rose, her hair half-dried, her face still flushed and her evasive gaze reminded him of a small animal.

"I... came to get my suitcase," she said.

"Marian has already organized it for you." He opened the door wider, and she stepped in hesitantly.

Everything in the room remained unchanged. Even the vase with the wilted gardenias hadn't been replaced.

"Casper," she turned to look at him. "I have a favor to ask of you."

"The matter with Robin has already been agreed upon."

He was impatient; whenever she mentioned asking him for a favor, it seemed to involve the Pinotti family.

Eliza shook her head. "It's not about Robin. It's about me."

Hearing this, he seemed somewhat interested. "It's your issue? What is it?"

"I want to continue working. I'll only work four hours a day and stay at home for the rest of the time. It

Nova needs my help, I have

objections."

At the mention of work, a barely noticeable frown appeared on Casper's brow.

"And if I disagree?"

"I hope you will agree." Her defiant gaze met his uncompromising eyes. "Is that okay?"

For some reason, he felt irritated seeing her look at him like that. He could easily refuse, but deep down, he seemed to be wavering.