His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

This scene was perfectly captured by the man standing outside the door as he peered through the glass into the room. The bag he was gripping crinkled up due to the force of his hold. Casper had come today with the intention of personally telling Eliza that he wanted a divorce. Yet, the scene before him deeply wounded his heart. The first time he felt this way was when Aaron fed her cake, and now, David was offering her peaches. The way she looked at other men was always tender, always gleaming with light. Ridiculous. Casper had been made a fool time and again, and yet he considered letting her off. The paper bag was torn into two, then again into quarters, until it was shredded into pieces. Only then did Casper throw it into the trash can.

He turned around. Pushing open the door to the hospital room again, he walked in. The two were laughing and looked towards the door, their voices coming to an abrupt halt.

"Mr. David. You're here too?" Casper's voice was surprisingly gentle as he extended his hand for a handshake with David. "Here to see Eliza?"

"I heard she was injured, so I came to check on her." David was holding a can of peach preserves. "My mom made some, so I brought them over to indulge Eliza's cravings."

David's face maintained a calm and natural expression. Casper raised an eyebrow, looking towards Eliza lying on the bed, "Oh? Eliza likes peach preserves, does she? Then I'll have my secretary buy some in a bit."

His tone was even, his gaze caring, embodying the perfect boss. Only Eliza could hear the subtext in his words. She nervously looked towards David. "David, I'm fine. You can go home now."

"Alright then." He placed the peach preserves on the nightstand. "Make sure to eat these later. They'll spoil otherwise."

"Okay, will do."

addressing Casper, "I'll

"Mr. David, take care."

the hospital room was closed once again. Casper pulled up a chair

a lot

you," he said, picking up the jar of peach preserves and lazi lifting his eyelids to look

I to

is this an

husband. To

would behave as a married woman should," he said, scooping up a piece of peach and

else, please

in the mood nor had the energy

get rid of me. Is David planning to come back, or is Dr Martin expected?" He scooped another piece of