His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Nova immediately put on a magnanimous front. "Casper, you're here. Look at me, getting into a little spat with Marian over something as silly as not liking the food. Marian's had it rough, too, so don't hold it

against her."

Casper glanced at the floor.

Marian, trembling, hurried to start cleaning up.

"Once you're done, you can head back," Casper said.

Marian nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."

Nova's eyes had almost fully healed, and her leg was finally free from the cast.

"Casper, how's the arson case going?" she asked, her tone subtly pleading.

"Not enough evidence. They let her go," he responded flatly.

"I figured Eliza couldn't have done something like that. It really was just a misunderstanding, but it had me worried for so long." Nova's fingers clutched the bedsheet, though her face remained calm and gentle. Casper looked up at her, feeling a surge of relief. "Once you're out tomorrow, you should rest up at home."

"I..." her eyelashes drooped, "...I don't have a home anymore."

"Come to Welton Estate."

there before, and Eliza never liked me. Maybe... it's better if I don't," she said, trying to show she didn't want to

okay. She's not staying there

two

simply saying, "Marian will

...

leaving the hospital, Casper, as if guided by some unseen force, found

had just finished showering, exhausted from the days she was detained. She had called Molly and was planning to go back to

the peephole, she

Hadn't he left?

doorknob, she hesitated but eventually opened the door. "Mr. Casper, do you

a playful smirk on his lips.

He didn't force his way in, sparing her dignity.

three inches tall,

was his first time inside a Welton International employee's apartment. The room was small, with the toilet, and living area divided into sections.

had your dinner?" he

coldly, "I'm

am. Make me a bowl of

the kind of pasta you eat, Mr. Casper," she retorted, not wanting to cater to

in exchange for a bowl of