His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Eliza looked exhausted, her face a mix of weariness and frustration. The last thing she wanted was another argument with Casper. After everything they'd been through over the years, wasn't it enough already? She'd hit her limit.

With a decisive shove, she pushed Casper away, spun on her heel, and stormed back into the office, slamming the door shut behind her. Casper stood there, hands empty and heart full of regret. Why couldn't he just talk to her calmly? Why did his temper always get the best of him? Was this really his fault? Did it even matter if it was?

He had come to mend things, yet all he'd done was make it worse. "Casper, you idiot," he muttered to himself, drowning in remorse. "You went through so much to win her back, and now she won't even take wedding photos, let alone marry you. What have you done?"

Eliza was swamped with tasks at Crystal Clear, so much so that she barely had a moment to mull over her situation with Casper. But at night, when silence wrapped around her, she found herself tossing and turning, sleep eluding her. Yet, she kept herself busy and fulfilled.

Her next encounter with Casper was at a trendy bistro. Chelsea had invited her for dinner at this hotspot, known for its celebrity clientele and chaotic fan crowds at the door. Chelsea had recently jumped into a new job and was raving about a dish at this place, insisting Eliza give it a try.

"Why the sudden switch to an entertainment company?" Eliza asked, a bit puzzled.

"Sticking around in one field too long can make you complacent. A change of

you must be bumping into a lot of celebrities?" Eliza asked,

just doing liaison work.

happy,

grinned, "Yeah, it's not bad, and the

awesome. Here's to new beginnings," Eliza raised her

last 'Eight Delights special, and the table next door

had her heart set on that dish, especially with its good-luck symbolism, perfect for her new career path. They'd ordered it fair and square, and now

it

waiter looked sheepish, “Please reconsider.