His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"If you haven't eaten, just ask Dillon to order something for you. I'm no chef," Eliza said, her tone and expression as chilly as a winter's day.

Casper reached over and grabbed her half-eaten takeout box. "Let me have a bite of your meal."

Her takeout box had both veggies and meat, but it looked pretty unappetizing. Casper wasn't used to leftovers. If he didn't like the food, he'd definitely take it out on her.

Eliza snatched her takeout back and tossed it straight into the trash. "Better let Dillon order you a fresh one."

Casper pouted, "Forget it. I'd rather starve."

Dillon secretly chuckled. Casper was really being difficult.

"Ms. Valerie, Mr. Casper's been running a fever all day. It's rare for him to have an appetite, and you... why did you throw it away?"

"An appetite for leftovers?" Eliza mocked with a slight curl of her lip. "How unique."

Casper felt hurt. Was she really mocking him so blatantly?

Dillon was utterly amused by the scene. She was getting bolder.

respond to Casper and

where she liked to nap, giving her tired body

like a gust of wind, forcefully invading her personal space. His movements were

as if he intended to devour her entirely. The ferocity of it, combined with his already elevated body

his body was too heavy for her to muster any

a web, unable to struggle, and only able to be swept away by

held her tightly as if about to merge her into his soul. Their breathing became rapid, filled with an

His low voice carried an irresistible

maintain some distance, "If you're

"I have you."

of her head and kissed her dominantly, the

behavior. She decisively

him

it hurt.

where

in pain, and he groaned, "Eliza, do you really want

a hint of wariness as she carefully adjusted her clothes, her tone carrying a bit of helplessness. "I've already told