NovelEnglish"Scared?" His large hand gripped her slender waist, keeping Eliza immobile as their faces nearly touched, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. An intense, sensual tension filled the air.
When they had just married, Casper liked having her face away from him in bed. It was the only way he could truly enjoy himself. To please him, Eliza would kneel until her knees hurt, but she was happy. She had read online that if a man loves a woman's body, he'll gradually open his heart to her. She eagerly awaited the day he would confess his love. She'd dreamed countless times of hearing him say, "Eliza, I love you." Back then, she was just a girl who blushed and got heart flutters easily. She thought marriage meant being with someone forever. She imagined having his children. But all her thoughts were just that— thoughts.
Casper only cared for her body and never intended to give her his heart. Her past hopes had turned into disdain and contempt. Looking into his eyes didn't make her heart race or her cheeks flush anymore. Without love, there was nothing left.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Casper, we should change your dressing first," she said, pushing him away calmly and reaching for the tray.
He was annoyed. The cold alcohol swabs irritated his nearly healed wound. With a flick of his hand, he knocked the tray to the floor, the items clattering loudly.
"Eliza, what's with the attitude?" he barked.
She stayed in the sposition, disinfecting his wound, alcohol droplets falling from the tweezers in her hand. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it down, his voice deep and hoarse, "You're thinking of divorcing me, aren't you? Are you planning to marry Aaron or David? Well, it's not happening." "Casper, why are you always like this?" She was frustrated with his empty promises and lack of trust.
As if not satisfied, he added, "I tore up the divorce papers. By now, they're probably ashes at the waste facility." "You..." Her eyes reddened.
His hand slipped under her hospital gown, touching her roughly. "You're not going to any other man as fong as I'm not done with you." Eliza felt degraded. She struggled briefly. "Please, Mr. Casper, letgo." His expression darkened. She seemed to be addicted to calling him Mr. Casper. When they had just gotten married, she called him "honey. He used to say it was disgusting. She adapted and called him Casper. He wouldn't respond. Eventually, she stopped calling him anything at all. Even using his full nbecrare.
Didn't Casper feel that she was drifting away from him? He did, and he felt it more than anyone.
"Try callingMr. Casper one more time," he roared, threatening her.
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Eliza found it ludicrous. "What should I call you then? Mr. Walton Whatever ve you prefer, Pcan comply." "What did you use to call me?" He pinched her chin, his hot breath lingering on her lips.
"Mr. Casper, didn't you find that ndisgusting?" she retorted.
As his wife, she joyfully called him "honey," and he angrily shouted at her, calling it disgusting) She Was probably the only one in the world to have experienced this. Wasn't it ridiculous and sad? Was it pitiful? Not at all; it was all her own doing.
"Whatever." He didn't want to argue anymore and lowered his head to kiss her lips she didn't respond, so he forced her to.
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