His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 462

Eliza glanced at the name on her phone and decided she didn't want to stir the pot. She let it blink on the table, opting for silence. The caller on the other end seemed to have the patience of a saint, as the screen lit up and dimmed, ringing over and over before finally going silent.

"BAM!"

The door to the private dining room flew open.

"I wondered why you weren't picking up my calls," Susan's voice crackled with anger, her face so dark it looked like it could drip ink. "So, you really are here." She looked terrible.

Aaron had told her that Casper was heading to Oak Falls to meet Eliza. Initially, she brushed it off as Aaron's nonsense. But now, it seemed far from that. There they were, looking like a happy little family. What did that make her? A joke? "Casper, everyone in Falconridge knows you're engaged to me, and here you are meeting your ex-wife. You're not just slapping the Torres family in the face, you're slapping your own. What are you, trying to be a modern-day Casanova?" Casper's irritation with Susan's sudden appearance was palpable. Her brazen words only made it worse. Beneath his cold exterior, his dark eyes grew even icier.

"Get out," he commanded.

Susan was taken aback, disbelief written all over her face. "You're telling me to leave? Casper, you're really throwing respect out the window. Fine, I insisted on this engagement because I liked you, but if you don't want it, let's just end it." She slammed the door, the sound echoing down the hallway. Taking a few steps away, she stealthily reached into her elegant purse, her fingers brushing against a small glass bottle...

The bottle contained the pills Aaron

given her. She

come a day when she couldn't swallow her

going down, they were all going

juices. While the server

deliver these to Room

slipping the server a generous two-hundred-dollar tip. The bills tipped

misunderstanding with the foun

in

to send these as an apology. Just tell them it's on the house. Thanks for

server quickly caught on. According to hotel policy, she needed some details. "Alright, Miss.

His last name is Fee. You can put him down

nodded, jotting down

reserved room. No one paid much attention to the new arrivals. When Brock saw the juice, he eagerly ran over, reaching

he was about to grab it, Eliza gently stopped him. "Brock, remember how your tummy hurt last