His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"How long can she keep up the act?" Dillon was confused.

From what he knew, this woman probably wasn't Eliza. Was he not as sharp as Casper? Well, Mr. Casper did know Eliza best. So, if she really was Eliza, what was Casper planning to do next?

"Mr. Casper, even if this Valerie is your wife, she's been married and had a child. You..."

Married and had a child-those were the facts. No matter what excuses he found, he couldn't change that. If Valerie was truly Eliza, did it matter to him after everything that had happened?

A smoky haze surrounded him, his gaze distant and intense, with an unfathomable glint in his eyes.

On a Monday morning, sunlight filtered through sparse clouds, casting warm rays on the bustling streets. Eliza stood at the preschool entrance, gently waving as her son's small figure disappeared into the campus. She smiled contentedly, ready to turn and leave. Looking up, she suddenly saw a tall figure, making her heart skip a beat.

"Who are you...?"

"Ms. Valerie, good morning." The man approached, bowing slightly, his voice deep and respectful. "I'm Dillon. Mr. Casper would like to meet with you to discuss something. Please, honor us with your presence."

you and am even

away,

to stop her, still speaking respectfully. "Ms. Valerie, please don't misunderstand. Mr. Casper simply wishes for

from her? She hesitated, shifting her

gestured politely. "Please, Ms.

door opened. Eliza bent down and got in. The

his

her,

making her slightly uncomfortable.

do you want with me?" she asked, though her eyes didn't

curved into a teasing smile. "Ms. Valerie, are you afraid

Casper, you and I barely know each other. We don't run in the same circles. I don't see how I could be of any assistance to you." Eliza's face maintained a

on her beautiful profile, he began, "I hear you're an art teacher. You must be very good at painting, then?" "I only teach children's art. It's

lead, the man