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."

know you and am even less acquainted with Mr. Casper. I don't think there's

away,

stop her, still speaking 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 benefit you. Please, grant us

need from her? She hesitated, shifting her steps

politely. "Please, Ms.

down and got in. The car

his hawk-like

her,

making her slightly uncomfortable.

you want with me?"

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

same circles. I don't see how I could be of any assistance to you." Eliza's face maintained

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

her lead, the man