His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Alright, you can go now; it'll be ready soon," she said.

"Okay."

He nodded, not saying much, just standing quietly at the kitchen door, his eyes tenderly following her busy figure.

Her movements were so smooth and natural, like he had seen her cook for him a thousand times before.

A wave of emotion surged through him.

If, after every long workday, there was a woman waiting to cook him dinner like this, wouldn't life be perfect?

The thought made a gentle smile tug at his lips.

Three dishes and a soup.

She had prepared them with care, just the way Casper liked.

It was strange, after all these years, she still remembered his tastes.

Maybe she was deeply infatuated.

Just as they were about to sit down to enjoy the cozy dinner, the doorbell rang, breaking the peace.

"Who is it?" Casper frowned slightly, getting up to answer the door.

Standing there was David.

and both were

quickly looked away, peering inside. "Where

now?" Casper's tone

really had a knack for showing up at

ignored his mood, shoving past him to enter the

filling with uncontrollable sorrow. "Eliza, come with me to the hospital; my dad... he's not going

from the hospital earlier that day, knowing Carter's condition was dire. "David, wait for me in the

dying, and you're dragging her into it? Do you really think she's part of your family? David, you can't be this

Casper's anger, pushing past him and heading

set

things, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. "You go ahead and eat. I need to goto the hospital; don't

deeply furrowed. "Every time David calls, you just go running. Do

QUMS

me. Shouldn't I

understand why Casper was

could anyone be so cold and

use these so-called emotions to tie you down. Can't you

not see

was dying. What was there to argue

pass away without regrets

anything more