NovelEnglishChapter 414 Chapter 414 "Will my wife... cback to me?" His eyes were locked onto hers, filled with a desperate longing.
Eliza carefully peeled off the old bandage and replaced it with a new, proper-sized adhesive, gently pressing it onto his face. She soothed him like he was a child, "Of course, she will." "Promise?" He extended his pinky towards her, wanting a pinky swear.
Eliza looked at him, noting his childish demeanor. There was no point in arguing with a drunk man.
She hooked her pinky with his, "Alright, it's a promise." But as she tried to pull her hand back, he tightened his grip, refusing to let go.
He just kept staring at her, his gaze intense and unreadable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Casper, let go, please." "I won't." He pulled her into a tight embrace, causing her to fall against his chest. She hit him in frustration. "Casper, you're drunk. I won't hold it against you, but don't push it." A faint smile played on his lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
She frowned, puzzled by his amusement. Clearly, he wasn't sober yet.
In a softer tone, she tried to coax him, "Con, letgo. Go to sleep, and you'll feel better." His smile widened even more.
Eliza: ...
"Casper..." Was he messing with her? She raised her hand, intending to slap him awake, but he caught it and intertwined their fingers instead.
What on earth was happening? Had he mistaken her for Susan? "Casper, look at me. Who am I?" She tried to pull her hand back, her brow furrowed. "I'm not your childhood sweetheart. Letgo." His lips curled up, and his gaze softened.
"Then tell me, who are you?" His thumb caressed the back of her hand, savoring the moment.
"Anyway, I'm not Susan. Letgo." The more she struggled, the tighter held her, his breath reeking , giving her an unsettlingfeeling.
"Tellwho you are, and I'll let you go." His eyes were hazy, clearly intoxicated.
"I'm your ancestor." She lowered her head to cout his hand, but before she could, he tilted his head and captured her lips in a kiss.
The unexpected intimacy startled her. She pushed against him, but he flipped her underneath him.
"Casper, Casper..." She struggled to push his face away, gasping for air. "...Look at me. I'm not your fiancée. You kissed the wrong person" QUMS "You're not my ancestor? Then I didn't kiss the wrong person." He was about to kiss her again.
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She covered her lips with her hand, her eyes wide. "You dare kiss your ancestor? Casper, you've got sEr nerve." He laughed again, this tcharmed by her cuteness.
He kissed the back of her hand. "Hmm, a wife is also an ancestor." Eliza: ...
Was he drunk or sober? Did he even know who she was? "Move, I need to go back. You need to sleep it off. Don't go crazy with the alcohol."
She pushed him, and his body suddenly went limp, collapsing onto her. She felt like she was being En squashed. "Casper, do you even realize how heavy you are...ah..." She was struggling to breathe. "...Move, please..."
It seemed he understood her words.
He held her waist and flipped oven, putting her on topland himself underneath. Eliza finally took a deep breath. "There, now you rest. I'm leaving." "Don't go." He held onto her hand, looking at her with pleading eyes. "I feel so awful. Stay with me, plea
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