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."

face showing clear refusal. "I don't know you and am even less acquainted

away,

respectfully. "Ms. Valerie, please don't misunderstand. Mr. Casper simply wishes for your assistance. It's not a difficult favor for you, and it will also

need from her? She hesitated,

politely. "Please, Ms.

got in. The car was spacious, and the

fixed his hawk-like

her,

making her slightly uncomfortable.

want with me?" she asked, though her eyes

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

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 polite but

hear you're an art teacher. You must be very good at painting,

lead,