His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 365

The way the two men looked at each other was full of jealousy and anger.

Just as Eliza was about to walk over to David, Casper gracefully wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his movements both smooth and assertively firm. "Mr. David is here too?"

David's face instantly darkened, his eyes locked onto Casper's hand on Eliza's shoulder, trying hard to hold back his fury.

"Casper, could you show some respect? She's my fiancée."

"Oh? Fiancée?" Casper raised an intrigued eyebrow, as if he were savoring the word, "I think, maybe not for long."

David's brow furrowed in alarm, "What do you mean?"

Before Casper could respond, Eliza turned to the men, "You should go back."

She shook off Casper's hand from her shoulder and calmly spoke to David, "David, wait for me a moment. I'm going to change my clothes, I'll be quick."

the two men standing there

thick with a

sharp, "Val is my fiancée. Do you really have to be the

least show some restraint. With all his options, there were younger and more beautiful women ready for his attention. He really couldn't figure out what was going on in this man's mind. Casper gave a faint smile, hands in his pockets, leisurely looking at David, "When I

Mr. Casper has always lacked morals. In marriage, you keep mistresses, double-dealing, pushing your wife to despair. Now, stealing someone else's fiancée seems to

step back

marriage, what mistresses? Was his past really that disgraceful? Watching the man's face darken with shock

wouldn't marry someone unfaithful, someone who cheats. Even if it's

after, everyone returns to reality, to sanity. I don't think Mr. Casper, you'd fail to understand

up on this idea, or you'll end

stirred

too small, in Casper's mood. His lips were tightly pressed. His face was shadowed, looking unusually heavy. He didn't know if what David said was true or false. Why were those memories like a black hole, swallowed by darkness,

downstairs, Casper had already driven away. His mood fluctuated with the rolling

to find that missing piece, yet

truth.