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?"

her to the living room. "First, let's take care of your

serious,"

I need to see

who she remembered as cold, proud, and always distant, was now tenderly tending to her wound. His long fingers moved

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

her head lightly, "It doesn't

dazed. She turned her face away to avoid looking at him

murmured, rolling

stood up gracefully, took off his coat and hung it up, then rolled up his shirt sleeves. "I'll cook

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

the two of us. I'll make something simple and

to be left out,

already organized the ingredients neatly on the counter. He looked

he learned to do this? Or had he