His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 564

He lifted his gaze, locking eyes with her. In the depths of his eyes, a swirl of emotions flickered—hesitation, maybe, or perhaps a touch of nostalgia.

Caroline let out a soft chuckle, "What, are you scared?"

He switched off the car, pushed open the door, and climbed out. His tall frame loomed over Caroline, making her appear particularly petite.

"Someone like me, stepping into a place like this, feels a bit off, don't you think?"

"Do you always have to talk like that?" Caroline's face showed a mix of disappointment and irritation. "It's not like this is your first time here. What, do you need an apology to make it right?"

"Wouldn't dare," he replied, his tone polite yet distant.

"Why do you always put up this formal front with me? It's not like I'm going to eat you," Caroline quipped as she turned and strolled to the door, punching in the code. "Come on in, have a drink with me, and unwind."

Caroline left the door slightly open for Dillon. He lingered at the threshold, torn between stepping in and staying out, a cocktail of emotions swirling inside him—hesitation, a touch of fear, and a sprinkle of nostalgia. Memories of that night, the sprawling king-sized bed, and those intimate moments danced vividly in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, he finally walked in.

Caroline had slipped into a silk nightgown, its spaghetti straps both elegant and alluring, her long, slender legs catching the light just right. She grabbed a couple of bottles of red wine and poured them into a decanter.

Seeing Dillon enter, she nodded toward the shoe cabinet with her eyes. "There are slippers in there."

"Got it."