His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 494

"Alright then, let's give it a shot... but officially dating will have to wait until my divorce is finalized."

"Sure thing. How about I pick you up after work and we grab dinner? Just as friends," Manuel suggested, testing the waters.

Eliza instinctively wanted to refuse. She typed out a response but then deleted it and simply replied, "Okay." "See you after work then." "Okay."

Eliza put down her phone and stared into space, lost in thought. Since their blind date, Manuel had been sending her messages now and then just to say hi, remind her to bring an umbrella on rainy days, or to drive safely. He was detailed, patient, and considerate. She didn't know him well, but from his brief messages, she felt he was a decent guy. Not love, but certainly not dislike either. Unlike some people who couldn't exchange a few words without starting a fight. She never liked people with bad tempers anyway.

A mistake made once is just a step, but repeating it would mean she really had a problem. Maybe Manuel... she could give it a chance. If things worked out, she could take the next step. Perhaps once she remarried, Casper would finally give up and stop bothering her. But for now, she needed to finalize her divorce with Casper. Thinking this, Eliza picked up her phone and sent Dillon a message.

"Dillon, could you remind Casper that next Monday, I'm coming back to Falconridge? He should make some time so we can finalize the divorce."

was staring blankly outside. His fingers trembled as he stood up and walked over, respectfully saying, "Mr. Casper, Ms. Eliza just sent me a message." Casper snapped back to reality and

on Monday and you should go with her to finalize the divorce," Dillon relayed

a crystal ashtray, throwing it hard to the ground. His anger

felt profoundly humiliated. Just because of someone she barely knew from a blind date, she couldn't wait to get divorced

since she came back pretending to be dead, in what way have I wronged her?

years,

Casper, if I may speak frankly, maybe Ms. Eliza... doesn't love

didn't love him anymore. Because she didn't love him, she could easily end up with a man she met on a blind date? All his

self redemptive acts?

he couldn't move; backward, he didn't want to. He was like a person standing on the edge of a cliff, swaying with the wind. No one knew if the next second would bring rebirth

what should I