His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 517

Casper hung up the call and took a final drag of his cigarette, watching the smoke trail off his fingertips. His phone buzzed with messages from the rehab center director, and he meticulously read through them. With Caleb's help, he had managed to bring in a renowned psychiatrist to evaluate Robin.

Caleb had mentioned that the doctor had a penchant for wine, hinting that to get him to commit to Robin's case, they might have to impress him over dinner. Casper didn't mind a drink, but after years of injuries, his body wasn't as resilient to alcohol as it used to be. They scheduled the meeting for the next evening. Casper debated whether to tell Eliza about it. Robin's condition weighed heavily on her, creating a gap between them that seemed impossible to bridge. Still, he hoped that seeing Robin's gradual improvement would bring her some peace.

The following day, Eliza felt off-kilter. She'd barely scraped together five hours of sleep. Just before dawn, Casper had pulled her into an embrace again, leaving her utterly drained. She spent her morning trying to conceal the love bites on her neck, fearing curious glances and questions from sharp-eyed colleagues.

When the workday finally ended, she walked out of the school to find Casper's car neatly parked by the curb. What was he doing here? Before she could approach, he was already stepping out.

"Elle," he called, his stride confident and voice tender, "Done for the day?"

"Yes," she answered softly.

hand naturally. "There's

She wasn't

"What kind of dinner?"

Falls today, and we're meeting at a nice

Casper's calm demeanor suggested

on Robin's treatment. Robin's illness had always been a

the steady hum of the engine. He drove with intent, while she gazed out the window, lost in the thought

elegant, the private room cozy yet spacious, adorned

table that

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the doctor's