His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 675

"How about we hit up a street food stall, Mr. Casper?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. He chuckled, dipping his head to gently nuzzle her nose with his, "Being with you, I'd even eat poison if I had to."

"I wouldn't dream of poisoning you; you've got quite a nice exterior." Her eyes sparkled with laughter.

He was thrilled by her words, "Well, that makes me pretty happy."

Casper shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Eliza's shoulders, pulling her closer, "I think there's a street food stall up ahead. Why don't we check it out?"

"Mr. Casper, since when do you know about street food stalls? Did you take a girl there before?" she teased, turning her face slightly.

Casper grinned, flashing his perfect teeth, "There's only ever been one girl for me, and her name is Eliza. I don't think we've ever hit up a street food stall together, though. But today, she's treating me."

"Smooth talker," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist happily. "I'm treating, but you're footing the bill."

"Deal. You treat, I pay." He agreed without hesitation.

late-night street food stall buzzed like a lively cafeteria. The owner's shouts, the chatter of patrons, and the boisterous men boasting after a few drinks filled

spot to sit. Eliza pulled out a wet

down, I'll handle

guessed he might be put off by the lack of cleanliness. This down-to-earth spot was

and place it on a nearby chair before sitting down himself. Eliza paused,

cold dish with century eggs, and

here," Casper said, pointing to the chair with his coat. "Don't catch

He had prepared the spot just for her. Warmth

she said, knowing it was a custom-made, pure wool piece

he replied, gently

"Just the usual stuff."

that's all that matters to

was quick, bringing over steaming skewers, three dishes, and two bowls of stir-fried noodles. Looking at the unfamiliar dishes, Casper managed a genuine Smile, "They actually look pretty

what do you say we have some