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.

tone wasn't so

said, nervously rubbing his neck, "I was just saying,

trip, you're a

Juan, that wasn't just

absolutely not." Juan laughed awkwardly, "I won't keep

the dial tone, Casper set Eliza's phone aside and headed into the

but well-equipped-gas stove, fridge, utensils, the whole shebang. The fridge had some basic stuff like bread and sausages,

dashed to a nearby supermarket, picked up some groceries, and returned to the hotel, all set to whip

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

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

with only a slip underneath. It just barely covered her hips.

up to? How did you end up covered in

tiptoed over

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

words might've sounded like a scolding,

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

"How about beef noodles?"