His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Why did he throw my son into the sea?"

Eliza couldn't wrap her head around why Aaron would do such a thing. What was he planning to do next? She turned to Casper, hoping to get some answers.

But Casper just scoffed. "Why? Don't you have a mouth? Can't you ask him yourself? Do you think he's special? He's just a freak."

Eliza turned away, unimpressed. "If he's a freak, then Mr. Casper, how are you any better?"

"I'm not better. I'm a despicable scoundrel. Happy now?"

His mood was clouded over, his enthusiasm completely drained. Eliza always managed to kill his joy at the happiest moments. Such a buzzkill.

Eliza glanced at the wall clock. "If you have no further need for me, I'll go and sleep with my son."

"I heard..." he said, gently placing his hands on the soft pillow, his gaze fixed on her. "...you married that old man, and he died just a few days later. As for what happened in bed..."

Eliza sneered, a hint of disgust in her eyes. "Getting pregnant has nothing to do with duration or size. It can happen in just a moment."

She wanted to disgust him. She hated seeing that smug look on his face that made him look as if he owned the world.

grabbed her wrist and pulled her forcefully into his embrace.

whatever

let's sleep."

like this, and having a good night's sleep without any insomnia. He didn't want to argue with

...

the kitchen. Casper, dressed in casual pajamas, leaned lazily against the kitchen doorframe,

meticulous.

were good; if she put her heart into it, she

only saw it as

to repay a

just make something simple,"

nodded and brought the breakfast to the table. "Mr.

something else?" he looked at her expectantly.

didn't dare ask for a more intimate nickname. He knew she wouldn't give him that

call

down and eat

and sat down. "Later, I'm going to check out a few kindergartens. I might not have time for chores at