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.

the bathroom, knife

gleamed with

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

voice was icy, sending

need a little time to figure this out, can

apple bobbed

knife's cold tip traced a line from his cheek, down to his throat, slowly moving over each tense muscle, along the ridges

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

hands. "I swear, I've done nothing wrong to you." Gently, he nudged the knife's icy tip

up." She hoped he got the message: betray her, and

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

guest room." She placed the knife

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

got up swiftly, and as he left, he picked up the knife, holding

brow, his thoughts tangled with

leaned against the headboard, texting Chelsea on her

fingers flew over the

edin