His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 605

His heart raced, and his legs felt like jelly, as if he was teetering on the brink of life and death.

"What are you doing with that knife?" He stammered, hoping the alleged affair wasn't a done deal and no drastic action was necessary. "I mean... surely this isn't a life-or-death situation, right?"

Eliza didn't even glance up, her wrist flicked effortlessly, the blade slicing a chilling path through the air. "Casper, you've dirtied your hands, and I'm here to clean up the mess."

The blade gleamed ominously.

She paused, exhaling slowly before turning her head, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.

Casper's face turned ghostly pale, his legs refusing to cooperate.

"Sweetheart, don't do this. I can look into it, I promise I'll get to the bottom of it. No need for any drastic measures, really, it's not what it seems."

He backed away, fear gripping him.

One wrong move, and he felt he might end up in a very bad place.

emerged from the

cold gleamed with

she took, Casper matched with a step back. Eventually, he was cornered, collapsing onto the soft bed, yielding

right?" Her voice was icy, sending shivers down his

figure this out,

apple

cheek, down to his throat, slowly moving over each tense muscle, along the ridges of his abs, finally

you can't give me a good explanation, I'm going to make sure you lose

done nothing wrong to you." Gently, he nudged the knife's icy tip away, raising three fingers in a vow, "Just

some story you're making up." She

surrendered, hands up. "Even if I had a hundred lives, I wouldn't dare, my dear wife, you have

three days, you'll be sleeping in the guest room." She placed the

quickly nodded, not daring to hesitate, "Okay, I'll take the

he left, he picked up the knife, holding

Casper sat with a furrowed brow, his thoughts tangled with the night. How did those

against the headboard, texting Chelsea on

flew over the screen, "I found condoms

edin