His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 410

Chapter 410

It's more than just a tragedy.

Casper returned, tossing his mask to Caleb before taking a long swig from his flask.

"Bro, I think it's time to let it go," Caleb said gently, watching Casper with concern.

Casper didn't say a word, his mood as dark as a storm cloud, drowning his sorrows with another drink. He felt down, sure, but not angry. She had turned him down, but she had also turned down others. There was no reason to feel unfairly treated. But...

"Bro, your girl is dancing with another guy." Caleb leaned over the railing, looking down at the couple on the dance floor, chatting and laughing. "That guy's not even wearing a mask and looks pretty handsome, way more outgoing than you." "What?"

Casper walked over, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto the man and woman dancing below. His face turned a shade of green with jealousy.

She had just refused to dance with him, claiming she couldn't, and now she was in another man's arms. This was a slap in the face.

With a scowl, he turned back to his seat, waving his hand to pour himself another drink.

to console him, "My sister-in-law is a natural beauty, so it's normal for some clueless guys to hit on her. Want me to

just sat there in silence, staring blankly

Caleb: ...???

Was he really heartbroken?

I'll go find out for

Caleb quickly headed downstairs. Eliza was still dancing with that man. His eyes shifted, spotting Chelsea sitting nearby, engrossed in

gracefully bending over to sit next to her. He tapped his fingers lightly on the

eyes narrowing slightly, "A

collar, looking every bit the well-dressed gentleman. "I'm a doctor. My name is Caleb. You misunderstood me last time." Chelsea put down her phone, crossing her

not wanting to argue. "Even if I was, I haven't hurt you. You don't have to be so biased against me,

Bias? More like contempt.

the subject. "Chelsea,

without even calling me

this woman always

than me? Do I really need to call you 'miss'?" He felt

you're not going to call, then forget it." Chelsea shrugged nonchalantly, clearly uninterested. "As if I'm eager to be called 'miss' by a creep." "You..." Caleb felt his patience wearing thin but took a deep breath and forced a smile. "...Miss Chelsea, may I ask you something?" "No." She