His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

The man was dejected. He had only intended to scam a little money, but he ended up in a tight spot himself. Sure, rich people have money, but they're not fools. "I need you to recalculate this," he demanded.

Dillon nodded, "Sure."

...

Sliding into the passenger seat, Casper couldn't help but glance over at the woman beside him, concern etched on his face. "You weren't scared, were you?"

"No, just..." She shook her head gently, a hint of apology in her eyes. "...your car got a bit damaged..."

"Don't worry about it. Insurance will cover it," he reassured her.

Starting the car, he skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel and, leaving the cleanup to Dillon, drove away with Eliza. The mood inside the car was heavy, and she sat quietly, her head bowed, clearly shaken by the incident. The accident had taken a toll on her, leaving her in no mood for anything, let alone cooking.

Once they got home, she suggested, "How about we eat out tonight?"

the living room. "First, let's take care of your wound so it doesn't

serious,"

or not, I need to see

tending to her wound. His long fingers moved gently, as if afraid that a firmer touch would

concern in his eyes. "If it hurts, let me know,"

head

momentarily dazed. She turned her face away to avoid looking at him After finishing, he let out a

rolling down her

it up, then rolled up his shirt sleeves.

was gentle, like a spring breeze, warm and calming. Eliza was momentarily taken aback. "I'm fine.

of us. I'll make something

be

to see that Casper had already organized the ingredients neatly on the

learned to do this? Or had he always