His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Feeling scared?" he asked, his collar slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone and a faint masculine scent. He propped his hands lightly beside her. "If you want me to let you go, it's simple." Her eyelashes quivered slightly as she tried to stay calm, but the panic in her eyes was hard to hide.

A smug smile played on his lips as he pulled out his phone and dialed Dillon's number.

Soon, Dillon rushed into the hospital room carrying a box full of canned peaches.

"You like these, don't you?" He glanced at the cans, then turned to Dillon, "Since she loves them so much, open every single one and let her have her fill."

Dillon looked shocked for a moment but then quickly started opening the cans. The sweet smell of peaches soon filled the room.

Eliza's eyebrows knitted together. She'd just barely escaped death's door and was still filled with relief and exhaustion.

Thirty cans of peaches? Was he trying to send her back to the brink?

of desolation. Her desperate and angry eyes showed she was utterly disappointed in this man. "Don't you like them? What, is it because they're not from David that you don't want them anymore?" He leaned in closer, almost blocking

scoffed, a flash of indifference and disdain showing in his eyes. He grabbed the peaches David had sent and threw them into the trash can. The cans made a dull thud in the bin. Casper's voice was cold. "Dillon, watch her. Don't

are enchanted or something." Casper's voice

thirty cans of peaches, looking

each can and

said as he cleaned up, then opened a window to let in some fresh air.

the car,

the only one who could speak candidly with Casper. "Mr. Casper, you're about to divorce

rubbed his tired brow, a flash of complex emotion in his eyes. He turned to Dillon, his voice tinged with hesitation and confusion,

a jolt of surprise. He looked at the usually composed man, now showing

gestured with his hand. "Let's go, we're going horseback

Dillon nodded. "Yes, sir."