His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 458

"Outside the hotel," he said, guessing Eliza was fretting over Brock. "Brock's fine, don't worry."

She knew Brock was okay, but even with him being fine, he couldn't exactly patch himself up here. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

"Not now."

He still didn't know who was behind the attack, and Dillon was already investigating. Going to the hospital would only tip off the assailant. These were just surface wounds, nothing serious.

Eliza could guess his thoughts. She lowered her gaze and, with her slender, delicate fingers, started cleaning the wounds on his chest with meticulous care. Her touch was gentle as she wiped away the blood.

Once the wound was clean, she carefully applied some ointment, the cool sensation making his heart skip a beat. His gaze on her was a mix of complexity, affection, and barely contained desire.

The deepest wound was on his left palm, a nasty cut. After applying the medicine, she wrapped it with thick gauze, but blood still seeped through.

"This hand... could it have damaged the nerves?" She wasn't a doctor, but she knew hands were delicate. "It's still bleeding..."

said, brushing

whether to call him fearless or just

someone in business, or is this a

meeting his calm, cool gaze. For a moment, she was taken aback, then a faint smile tugged at her lips. "What kind of personal vendetta could I

this turn

wanted to kill you, you'd

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her, and gently ruffled her hair. "Got serious? I was just

speechless

asked, "Why did you bring Brock here?

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his safety; I'll make sure he's absolutely safe." He looked at her earnestly, his tone patient. "If you don't have time to