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."

it's better if I don't," she said, trying to

not staying there

you two have

answer, simply saying, "Marian will come to pick you

...

Casper, as if guided by some unseen force, found himself at

the days she was detained. She had called Molly and was planning to go back to work the next day. She needed the money.

peephole, she saw...

Hadn't he left?

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

door frame, body slightly bent, a playful smirk on his lips. "Aren't you going

force his way in, sparing her dignity. Casper could enter if he wanted, so she stepped aside. "I forgot

nearly six feet three inches tall, had

living area divided into sections. A desk with a computer was placed on the balcony.

had your dinner?" he asked, turning to

coldly,

am. Make me a bowl

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

mother's medication, in exchange for