His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 639 Casper sauntered over. Eliza slipped out of bed, grabbed her bathrobe, and headed into the bathroom.

"Hey, Eliza, why'd you bring Casper along for work? That guy, if he spots you with some young stud, he'll flip, you know?"

"No offense, but with someone like Casper..."

The guy on the other end was still complaining when Casper snatched the phone.

"Someone like me, huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

His voice was low, deep, and icy, sending a chill down Juan's spine through the phone.

What the heck is going on? Why's Casper answering?

"Hey there, Mr. Casper, long time no see! I was just telling Eliza we should grab a meal together

sometime. When are you free? My treat, just a little hospitality."

Juan's voice instantly turned slick and sweet, laced with a hint of insincerity and nervousness.

your tone wasn't so friendly a moment

Juan said, nervously rubbing his neck, "I was just saying, for a busy

business trip, you're a top-notch husband, a

that wasn't just

laughed awkwardly, "I won't keep you any longer. I'll hang up

the dial tone, Casper set Eliza's phone aside

but well-equipped-gas stove, fridge, utensils, the whole shebang. The fridge had some basic stuff like bread and sausages, the usual quick bites. But he knew Eliza wasn't

he dashed to a nearby supermarket, picked up some groceries, and returned

of guy who wouldn't lift a finger in the kitchen. But now, he was diving into recipes

prepping the fresh beef expertly, marinating it just right. By the time Eliza emerged from her

with only a slip underneath. It just barely covered her hips. Her long, slender legs

up to? How did you end

tiptoed over

kitten. He lifted her onto the counter, his flour-dusted fingers lightly tapping her nose, "Why can't you get into the habit of wearing shoes? The floor's

his words might've sounded like a scolding, but his eyes were full of

wrapped around his neck, "Mr. Casper, what delicious treat are

"How about beef noodles?"