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?"

and led her to the living room. "First, let's

nothing serious," she

or not, I need

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

the tenderness and 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 deep breath. "The wound

rolling down her

and hung it up, then rolled

a spring breeze, warm and calming. Eliza was

make something simple and quick," he

be left

was surprised to see that Casper had already organized the ingredients neatly on the counter. He looked both clumsy and somewhat adept at the

Or had