NovelEnglishChapter 636 "Casper, could you maybe shave? It's prickling me." She complained, her voice playful yet earnest. With a cheeky grin, he scooped her up and gently laid her on the big bed. His eyes locked onto hers, sparkling with affection, and his breath grew warm as he leaned in, his lips lightly brushing hers, like a gentle breeze over a still pond.
He flicked off the bedroom light, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp to cast a cozy, intimate glow.
"Did you miss me?" he whispered, planting soft kisses on her face. His lips, like a gentle rain, landed tenderly on her forehead, eyelashes, and nose, as her cheeks flushed a soft pink. He coaxed her gently, "Con, tellyou missed me, huh?" "No..." she began, but her words were cut off as he captured her lips in a tender kiss.
He skillfully entwined his tongue with hers, deepening the kiss. Casper was an expert at this, and Eliza found herself completely swept away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis strong hand clasped hers, fingers interlaced, lifting her arms above her head. He nibbled on her earlobe, his voice low and teasing, "Say you missed me, hmm?" "Gu..." she murmured, unable to resist his charm. Her body quivered slightly.
"I missed you, so much," he murmured against her ear, his voice filled with warmth. His love was always intense and consuming, turning their moments together into a rollercoaster of passion and longing. She soaked in his affection, her eyelashes glistening with emotion.
The next morning, Casper woke up to find Eliza gone. He searched the house but couldn't find her, so he called her, but there was no answer. He figured she must have left for work.
After a quick shower, he whipped up a heartfelt breakfast and packed it in a thermal lunch box, intending to surprise her at the office.
Driving into the underground parking lot at Welton International, he was in high spirits, holding the lunch box as he stepped out of the car. But there was Fiona, standing there like a shadow, watching him intently.
He brushed off her gaze and headed straight for the elevator.
Fiona, feeling a pang of desperation, hurried after him and squeezed into the elevator just in time. "Casper, why are you avoiding me?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
"This is work, Fiona. You shouldn't followup," he replied, his voice and eyes cold as ice. Fiona's shoulders slumped, her eyes drifting to the lunch box in his hand. "Who's the food for?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Casper's expression remained stoic, offering no answer. When Fiona reached for the lunch box, he quickly pulled it away. "What are you doing? Trying to steal it?" he snapped, his gaze sharp and unyielding Fiona pressed her lips together, shrugging it off. "I just wanted to see what's inside. If you like it, I could make it for you sometime, that's all." The elevator dinged open on the thirteenth floor, and suddenly Fiona understood. The lunch box was for Eliza. Jealousy flared up inside her.
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Casper strode forward, with Fiona trailing behind on quick, small steps. s As they neared the Crystal Clear office, Casper called over a security guard. "Escort her out and make sure she doesn't cback into Welton International," he instructed, his tone firm.
The guard nodded, "Yes, Mr. Casper."
When Fiona tried to continue following Casper, the guard blocked her way. "Mis's, this is a secure area. Please leave." "I know your Mr. Casper," Fiona protested, trying to slip past.
The guard blew a whistle, summoning three more guards. With a quick mod, they approached Fiona and gently but firmly led her away. "What are you doing? Let go of me, you're hurting me..." she complained, but her protests went unheard.
She was treated like an unwelcguest, escorted out of the building as the elevator doors closed behind her.
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