His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 497

"Hey, Mr. Casper, I told Ms. Eliza you wanted to meet. I guess she'll come find you after dinner," Dillon said gently.

Casper seemed devoid of any expectation. His face was slightly cold as he glanced one more time at the man and woman in the hot pot restaurant before lifting a finger. "Let's head back." "Yes, sir."

The luxury car drove off.

Inside the restaurant, the man and woman were still deep in conversation.

Eliza didn't eat much. Most of the time, it was Manuel talking and her listening. He rarely talked about work, focusing instead on his family and their lives. He wanted her to understand him, to understand his family. "My parents are retired; they adore kids. If our baby ends up going to school in Oak Falls, they could help with the school runs."

"And when the baby gets older, they can help with homework too. You won't have to worry about a thing."

"Eliza, my family and I won't have any prejudices against you. You can totally relax; they'll only care about you."

"Eliza, Eliza, are you even listening?"

Eliza snapped back to reality. What had he been saying?

She forced a small, apologetic smile. "I'm listening."

"Don't stress. My family is very inclusive. Plus, if we ever get married, we won't be living with my parents, so you won't have to feel any burden."

Eliza gave a small "Oh," and checked the time on her phone. "I'm done eating, how about you?"

go pay." Manuel stood up and

hot pot meal cost 360 yuan, and Eliza insisted on splitting the bill with

meal, and you want to split it? That

family in the future, I

lightened a bit. "Alright,

I drove here. Take care on your way." Eliza waved

slowly down the streets of Oak Falls.

Even if they were breaking up, it

let's clear

Even if there were

hear him out all at once. If they could resolve it, great.

in front

looked at the familiar entrance. The black,

was always

authority and coldness.

tried to please her with

she never felt he

е

she could

thought, maybe it was because of their two years of marriage, living in constant conflict, that she still

her hand and

door quickly opened