His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 510

His voice was soft but firm. Should she trust him? She wasn't quite sure if he was just caught up in the moment or if it was something deeper. Suddenly, he released her, reached into his pocket, and handed Eliza a credit card.

"This card holds all my savings. I've got some more in digital accounts, which I'll transfer to you later. From now on, you're the boss of this house, and I'll just focus on earning the money."

This was his grand gesture of sincerity. But to Eliza, it felt like a hot potato-something she didn't want to deal with at all. When they got married, he hadn't given her a penny, and she had done just fine on her own. Plus, she had a job now. "You should keep it for yourself." "A husband's salary should be handed over," he insisted.

"Where was this attitude before?" she couldn't help but tease him. "When we first got married, didn't you say that everything about the Welton family had nothing to do with me?"

"That was then," he admitted, aware of how careless he had been, "Things are different now. I love you. Everything I am, everything about the Welton family, even Welton International, is yours."

Hmph. He sure knew how to lay on the charm. But she was no longer the naive twenty-year-old Eliza. Sweet words weren't enough to sweep her off her feet anymore.

"Casper, I don't want your money. You should hold onto it."

decided to part ways. Of course, she kept

Half of it's yours, and the other half,

it as his ultimate show of sincerity. But she didn't see the

I've linked this card to your phone. You can check the balance, spend,

Eliza: ...What???

notification. It was an alert for a

you sure you don't need

е

much

worried I might just take

chuckle. His е eyes were full of affection and trust, "Once it's yours,

the moment, she didn't need his money. The next day, Eliza went to work. During lunch, Casper prepared a homemade meal and brought it

pretty decent. You didn't have to go out of your way," Eliza said softly, unable to hide the warmth she felt from his gesture. Casper handed her the lunchbox, his smile warm, "My cooking's

rare moment of warmth, Autumn turned the corner on her way to the cafeteria, spotted them and approached with a