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.

in making friends," Casper retorted, slamming the door

spreading across his face despite the pain. There was something oddly thrilling

memories. He didn't recognize Eliza or Brock. He had no clue how he ended up here, how long he'd been around,

been trying to piece everything together, but the memories evaded

door ajar and a crowd of people gathered around. Had they been burgled? Or

a sense of dread. "Who are you all? What are you doing in my

crowd.

he

Mr. Casper," Dillon said, his voice calm and

Who told Dillon that Casper was here? Did that blow to the head bring back his memory? But Casper still looked at her and Brock like they

called

slightly forward. His face barely contain his excitement. "Thank God, M Casper is alive. He asked me to invite you and Brock back

hand tighter, slowly making her way