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?"

off with her coat and led her to the living room. "First, let's take care of your

serious,"

or not, I

Eliza's white blouse. The man, who she remembered as cold, proud, and always distant, was now tenderly tending to her wound. His long fingers moved gently, as if afraid that a firmer touch would cause her pain. Bit by bit, he cleaned the wound with

ignore the tenderness and concern in his eyes. "If it hurts, let me know," he said softly, his

head lightly, "It doesn't

had never seen this side of Casper before and it left her momentarily dazed. She turned her face away to avoid looking at him After

rolling

hung it up, then rolled up his

calming. Eliza was momentarily taken aback. "I'm fine. I can

okay. It's just the two of us. I'll make something simple and quick," he assured her, heading to the

wanting to be left out,

see that Casper had already organized the

this? Or