His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 565

Dillon had always planned on leaving Casper and starting fresh once he got back from Africa. But when things went sideways in Casper, his plans went out the window. "Nah," he replied, trying to sound casual.

"You should find someone special, too," she said, giving his shoulder a friendly pat. There was a bit of weight to her words. "Don't aim too high. Steer clear of older women who might cling to you. Look for a sweet, down-to-earth girl and settle down. It's a good life." She was talking about herself when she mentioned the older women. Dillon picked up on the subtext. His expression softened a bit, "Love's not about age, you know."

"Age might not matter, but older women who haven't settled down might latch onto you. Younger gals, they're different-simple and sincere. If you find one, treasure her." Caroline took another swig of her drink, too fast, and ended up coughing. Dillon quickly handed her a tissue. "Told you to take it easy with those drinks."

"I'm alright." She dabbed at her lips with the tissue. "Why don't you have a drink, too?"

"I think I'll head out," Dillon said, standing up, his demeanor still distant.

Caroline stood to see him out, but she'd had a bit too much to drink and wobbled a bit.

the waist to steady her.

You take care on your way back." Caroline, a little tipsy, gave him a warm smile. "And thanks for today. I'll pay back the three hundred thousand soon." "No

surprised. No need to pay back? She didn't want to owe him. "What's that supposed to mean? Dillon, are you really that loaded? It's three

she didn't think much of him. Whether it was three hundred thousand or just

with his response, grabbed Dillon's arm. The alcohol made her sway a bit. "What's going on, Dillon?" "Nothing," he replied, his tone as cool

he respected her, but he never really looked her in the eye. Yet, he

the deal with your 'nothing'?" she pressed, holding onto his shirt, wanting a straight answer. "Do you have a problem with me? I know you don't think much of me anymore. I'm not

Dillon: ...???

didn't think much of her? Clearly, it was the

go rest," he said, trying to guide

resisted, staying

Not wanting to argue