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."

rolled up his sleeves and headed into the

followed, setting up the pots and placing the

enough. You can go

Casper's first

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

and egg were ready, he even sprinkled some chopped chives for garnish. Carrying

on the bed, hugging her knees, lost in

handed her the bowl. "No cake left,

stared at the bowl, her gaze resting on his large, defined hand. For a long

feed you?" he asked,

the pasta, and brought it to her

on the pasta. In the next moment, she knocked the bowl from his hands. She

the pasta

fury in his eyes. "Think

glared at him, her

never

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cared for your

care for, then?