His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 560

"Ouch..." she winced, "...why don't you watch where you're going?"

Chelsea, cradling her injured eye, shot a glare with her other clear eye at the unexpected figure in the white coat. This sudden eye contact was like a spark igniting a barrel of gunpowder, instantly setting Chelsea ablaze with fury. "Caleb, are you blind? You bumped into me. Can't you at least apologize?" Chelsea's voice shot up, making sure everyone within earshot knew her annoyance.

Caleb closed the file in his hand, eyebrows knitted and lips pressed in a thin line, clearly annoyed and resigned. "Chelsea, get your facts straight. You ran into me. Shouldn't you be the one apologizing?"

"I ran into you? Then how come you're not hurt?" She pointed at her eye, struggling to open it fully. "Look at me! If I lose my sight, I'll have to take yours as a replacement."

Caleb couldn't figure out why Chelsea seemed like she had a personal vendetta against him, as if he'd wronged her in a past life. Every encounter with her was anything but peaceful.

You'd think he'd dug up her family's grave or something.

"So, are you blind then?" He held back his irritation, turned to leave, but couldn't resist stopping to throw a glare back. "When you do go blind, I might just find a pair of pig's eyes to replace yours."

"You..." Chelsea was on the verge of blowing her top. She snatched her purse and hurled it at him, hitting him squarely. "Have you lost all decency? You bump into someone, don't apologize, and then call them an animal? Are you even a doctor? More like a vet." "Yep, just for treating cases like you." He seemed to be winding her up on purpose.

In her fury, Chelsea threw her phone.

spot where she'd hit

nerve, his eyes involuntarily narrowing. Beneath the bandage on his forehead, fresh blood seeped through, a stark, shocking red. Chelsea felt a

smug smile tugging at her lips.

his bleeding forehead, was caught

a man,

torn this woman

you ever end up in my hands, I'll make sure you understand just how formidable I

his anger. "Only kids make empty threats. You're going to

treatment room to patch himself

a single decent person in the Welton family. You better not end

Caleb was attending to his wound in front

asked worriedly, "Dr. Caleb, how did you

He said dismissively, carefully disinfecting

Caleb, it's the same spot again, isn't it?" "Yes,"

"Do you need a hand with

slightly larger Band-aid, casually changing the subject. "How's