His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Mr. Casper, have you forgotten why you gave me this dress in the first place?" she mocked, pointing to the dress that barely covered her chest. "You must have handpicked this little number yourself, right? Wasn't it just meant to seduce Easton?"

She couldn't believe he was now trying to pin the blame on her. She really couldn't figure out if he were genuinely twisted.

"So, when his hand slipped under your dress, you just let him?" he sneered. "Eliza, basically, that just shows you're slutty and cheap. Were you the only one wearing a cocktail dress at the event? Who else would be as frivolous as you?"

Hearing these words from her own husband didn't anger Eliza at all. It was almost as if he should describe her this way. In his mind, this was who she was. That was why he had sent her, still not fully recovered, to another man's bed to trade for his own benefits.

"Yes, I let him touch me, hold my hand, and stroke my waist. Didn't you tell me to 'perform well' when you left, Mr. Casper? So, are you not satisfied with my performance?"

"You..."

Casper was left speechless, his tense shoulders and fingers gradually relaxing. After tossing her aside, he leaned back in the car seat, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "So... did you sleep with him?" "Does it matter to you? You believe a contract is more important than me, more important than being cuckolded, don't you?"

matter? Maybe it didn't. He was always a man who pursued results, not caring about the process. But why

car roared to life,

remained still. They returned to Welton Estate. As soon as they get out, Casper dragged Eliza inside by the wrist without a second thought. She

She beat against his strong hand. Barefoot, her feet were already

floor harshly. The bathroom faucet turned on, and warm water from the showerhead poured down. Casper grabbed Eliza's arm, pulling her into the bathroom. He

not? Tell me," he demanded hysterically, almost crazily. The water quickly soaked through the

open her eyes, let alone beg for

"Cough, cough..."

grabbed her chin, glaring at her almost hatefully. "Did you do it in the

call Mr. Gillum.