His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

She couldn't muster a response. Aaron's gentleness, or lack thereof, was entirely contingent on Casper's mood.

"What do you think about me buying out Martin Hospital? I'll drive the Martin family into a corner and make Aaron a public pariah. Let's see how he finds the mood to romance you then." He was rough, overpowering.

Eliza couldn't help but scream. She wrestled against him but couldn't break free.

"Can't bear to part with him, Mrs. Welton?" He bit her earlobe, his large hand gripping her chin, forcing her to face him. "Feeling sorry for Aaron? Well, tough it out."

He kissed her fiercely, each one more intense than the last. Not until Eliza went limp did he finally, contentedly, pull away.

As the bedroom door shut, she began to cry.

Casper went downstairs. He lit a cigarette, taking a seat in the living room to smoke.

Her lingering scent, a faint hint of lavender, clung to him, refusing to fade.

Marian approached cautiously. "Sir, do you need anything?"

He stubbed out his cigarette. "Got any pasta left?"

"Sir, are you hungry? I can cook some for you."

"I'll do it myself."

his sleeves and

up the pots and placing the

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privileged young son, never having lifted a finger in the kitchen, struggled

Once the pasta and

hugging her knees, lost in

handed her the bowl. "No cake left, so

tone was rough. Eliza stared at the bowl, her gaze resting on his large, defined hand.

to feed you?" he asked,

picked up the fork, gently blew on the pasta,

frowned, her cold gaze fixed on the pasta. In the next moment, she knocked the bowl from his hands. She didn't need his

floor, the pasta and the perfectly cooked sunny-side-up egg scattering

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