His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 509

Casper was playing the part of the perfect husband to a T. And a charming one at that. Eliza let out a soft sigh, unsure if starting their relationship like this was the right move or just a step toward a deeper, darker place. Deep down, she genuinely wanted to give them both a fair shot. But insecurity gnawed at her. She couldn't help but wonder how long Casper's efforts to please would last before he got tired of it all. And then what? Would they keep up appearances just to be good parents to their child? In the end, she realized she couldn't quite figure Casper out.

The table was set with steaming hot pasta, and he had gone out of his way to add two perfectly cooked eggs to her plate. His own bowl, however, just had a few egg bits. Was he trying to be noble or what? She thought it was unnecessary; it's not like they couldn't afford more eggs.

"Why didn't you cook more eggs?" she asked.

"I'm not that into eggs, so I just made two for you." He smiled, a soft, gentle curve at the corners of his lips.

Okay, maybe she was overthinking it. The dining area was calm, and they barely spoke while eating. He finished quickly and then just watched her.

Feeling a bit awkward under his gaze, Eliza put down her fork. "Casper, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, ask away," he replied casually.

"What do you think is the most important thing between a husband and wife?"

Casper paused for a moment; he believed that a good marriage needed honesty, tolerance, and mutual understanding. But he wasn't sure that was what Eliza wanted to hear. "What is it?" he asked.

slight frown. "In your view, what's the most important

"Love," he said.

Eliza: ...

vague answer felt like he was dodging the question. Disappointment flickered in her eyes, and she lost the drive to continue the conversation. "Let's just

what

She

in the mood to talk about

and marriage differently.

to be

the bed, deep in thought. Casper

my answer not satisfy you?"

to live together again, do you think we'd get along? Would you, for the sake of 'love always hold back your temper and

look up, doubting his patience

not holding back anything. Isn't a

didn't see his actions as mere pandering; his kindness was something he gave willingly. When he gave, he was happy and

you keep that up? A year, two years,