LittleNovelChapter 709 The man pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have cto bother you, but I... I missed you so much." His clothes carried the chill of winter, but his embrace was warm. She wasn't sure if she should be upset with him or not. "Con in, it's freezing out there." Casper, dragging his suitcase along, followed Eliza into the room. He set the suitcase aside and kissed her, his lips cold but his tongue hot. His breath was filled with a desire so intense it felt like he wanted to merge with her. After what seemed like forever, he finally let her go, breathless, "I think I'm sick." "What?" Her eyes, misty with emotion, met his. He kissed her eyelashes gently. "I'm afraid I've got a disease... the kind where I can't survive without you." "Oh, stop it," she laughed, giving him a playful push. As night fell, the streetlights outside the hotel flickered on one by one, their reflections dancing on the lake, casting a mesmerizing glow. "Look what I brought you," Casper said, opening his suitcase and pulling out package after package. "All your favorites." There were sweet rice cakes scented with osmanthus, red velvet mousse, and Langston's famous crab puffs. Big, small, hot, and cold treats. "Why'd you buy so much?" she asked. "I'm here to explore, not just to eat Falconridge specialties. How am I supposed to try the local food?" "I was worried you might not like the local stuff," he said, handing her a warm char siu bun. "Try this. I kept it warm with body heat-it's still hot." Eliza just blinked at him. He opened the box and held one up to her lips. "Open wide." She did, tasting the bun. It was beef, sweet and salty, a new flavor that was just right-not too hot, not too cold. "Have you had dinner?" she asked. "Not yet." He was about to set the box down, but Eliza took it, picking up a bun and holding it to his lips. "You have stoo." "Alright." He opened his mouth, taking her fingertips along with the bun. "Food tastes better when fed by you." Her fingertips were left slightly damp, and Eliza's ears turned a little red. "You eat it yourself," she said, handing the bun to him. He set it aside with a grin. "Okay, I'll eat in a bit." He continued unpacking his suitcase, revealing beautifully wrapped small gifts. "I wasn't sure what brand you like, so I got a bit of everything. The sales assistant said this color is trending and suits your skin tone and style." Eliza listened, a little taken aback. Her gaze landed on the small gift boxes. "What's this?" "Lipstick," he replied, pushing the boxes toward her. "Open them up. If you like any in particular, letknow, and I'll remember for next time." "You bought so many lipsticks?" she asked, a bit overwhelmed. "Pick what you like, toss what you don't," he said casually. Eliza was speechless. Sales assistants must love guys like him. "I can buy my own stuff," she protested. "Your purchases are your business; this is aboutshowing I care, not about money. Next time, I'll have the cosmetics company send their new products to our place for you to choose from." Eliza just blinked. Was that really necessary? "Alright, I'll look at these later. I'm tired, gonna take a shower," she said. "Sure thing." Eliza grabbed her pajamas and headed to the bathroom. Just as she was about to relax, the doorbell rang again. She changed course to answer it. Gabe stood outside, an exquisite fruit platter in hand. "For you," he said straightforwardly. Before Eliza could refuse, he placed it in her hands. "I bought too much, and throwing it out would be a waste."
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