His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 332

"No worries, we can start over," Carlos said, extending his right hand.

Casper glanced at the outstretched hand and then quickly pulled back. "No need," he replied.

Carlos was taken aback. Hearing the so-called mute speak was a surprise. His eyes lit up with a mix of shock and curiosity, locking onto Casper's handsome face. This guy seemed not just capable of talking now, but his whole demeanor had shifted. "You can talk? Have you... come to your senses, too?" Carlos asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Casper's brows knitted together. When had he ever been unable to speak? When had he ever become mentally challenged?

Carlos felt a surge of luck. "What's your name?" he inquired, stepping closer to Casper.

But Casper's wary eyes only grew more defensive. He backed away, "Do you need something?"

"Maybe we could be friends," Carlos suggested, trying to sound genuine.

Casper retorted, slamming the

bruised nose, a grin spreading across his face despite the pain. There

balcony, his mind a jumble of lost memories. He didn't recognize Eliza or Brock. He had no clue how

hospital, he had been trying to piece everything together, but the memories evaded him. His life was now filled with strangers-some kind,

Brock got home that evening, they found the front door ajar and a crowd of people gathered around. Had they been burgled? Or

pounded with a sense of dread. "Who are you all? What are you

stepped forward from the crowd. Eliza's breath caught in her

was he doing

take Mr. Casper," Dillon said,

Casper was here? Did that blow to the head bring back his memory? But Casper still looked at her and Brock like they were strangers. "How did you know...?"

Casper called me

contain his excitement. "Thank God, M Casper

hand tighter, slowly making her way toward Casper, surrounded by black-suited figures.