His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 706

His lips gently brushed against hers, tender and full of affection, his eyes soft and caring.

"I want to be as close to you as I can. You have no idea how much I regret our argument. For the sake of my heartfelt apology, can we just move past it?"

Eliza wanted to move on too.

But once this page was turned, what about the next one?

She realized she really needed to adjust her perspective, just like Chelsea had said. In this marriage, she was the one who needed to change.

"Casper," she said, locking eyes with him, "give me some time. I need to sort out a few things. I also need to figure out what I should be getting from this marriage."

In their relationship, he was always the one at fault.

Whether past or future, he had to tread carefully to win her trust, her love.

He knew she didn’t love him enough.

He knew she could walk away from this marriage at any moment.

And so, he was scared.

Scared she’d get caught up in the wrong things.

He knew this mindset and way of interacting were unhealthy, but he didn’t have a better solution at the moment.

Change, perhaps, needed to be a team effort.

"Alright."

For couples, physical closeness is just a fleeting pleasure. To spend a lifetime together, it’s more about a soul connection.

Time.

They both needed time.

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Eliza didn’t tell Casper where she was headed.

She just quickly filled Brian in on some work stuff.

Winter in Falconridge was bleak, but you couldn't miss its vibrancy.

Driving north, she reached a peaceful resort.

Not the busiest season, so there weren't too many guests.

Eliza felt a bit awkward, “I didn’t mean that. The suitcase isn’t that heavy.”

When they reached their floor, Eliza dragged her suitcase toward her room.

The carpeted hallway made it extra tough to drag.

Seeing her struggle, the man, who was about to swipe his card to enter his room, took a few steps forward, “Let me give you a hand.”

Eliza was about to refuse.

But he had already picked up the suitcase and was striding forward.

“Which room?” he asked.

Eliza paused for a moment, “6109. Thanks.”

He placed the suitcase by her door, smiling, “The suitcase is pretty heavy after all.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Are you here for a vacation? By yourself?” he asked, quickly adding, “I mean, I’m also here alone on vacation.”

She didn’t answer his question, just gave a polite smile, swiped her card to open the door, and hurriedly dragged her suitcase inside, closing the door behind her.