His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Headlights swept across the floor-to-ceiling windows. Casper entered the room with determined strides.

Moments ago, Nova had been full of herself, but now she was holding a hot bowl, her voice quivering. "Eliza, this soup is too hot. Can I let it cool down first? It's really too hot; I can't swallow it. Please don't do this to me."

As she spoke, the bowl slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor under Casper's watchful eyes. Nova's hands, now red from the burn, immediately caught his attention.

Eliza dryly remarked that the Oscar Academy should create a special award for Nova's acting skills, or else it would be an injustice for them to go unused.

Casper's eyes darkened as he swiftly stepped forward, taking Nova's hands, "Are you alright?"

Nova, tears streaming, shook her head. "I'm fine, Casper. Don't blame Eliza. She just wanted me to have something warm. It's not her fault. Please don't be mad at her." Casper's expression tightened, his gaze shifting from the broken bowl on the floor to Marian's face.

"Is there more?" he demanded.

"Yes, sir," Marian responded, too scared to lift her head.

"Serve me a bowl of the freshly made meatballs."

steaming, slightly bubbling bowl of meatballs and placed it in front of Casper. "Sir, here you go." His icy gaze fell on Eliza. "Drink it now. Let's see if

up at him, bewildered. "Why

Nova?" He placed the hot bowl into Eliza's hands.

withstand the

bowl, and you'll regret it." It was clear he was seeking

desperately for Eliza, "Casper, don't do this. Eliza has delicate

Eliza was,

and the meatballs fell

palms turned red from the burns. She winced in pain, her

bathroom, hoping the cool

quickly turned to find some

the bathroom, grabbed

of the bedroom door signaled that no one inside

you

at her lip. "What if I can't? You vent your anger on me without knowing the full story. You think