His Destructive, Toxic Love

"Why did he throw my son into the sea?"

Eliza couldn't wrap her head around why Aaron would do such a thing. What was he planning to do next? She turned to Casper, hoping to get some answers.

But Casper just scoffed. "Why? Don't you have a mouth? Can't you ask him yourself? Do you think he's special? He's just a freak."

Eliza turned away, unimpressed. "If he's a freak, then Mr. Casper, how are you any better?"

"I'm not better. I'm a despicable scoundrel. Happy now?"

His mood was clouded over, his enthusiasm completely drained. Eliza always managed to kill his joy at the happiest moments. Such a buzzkill.

Eliza glanced at the wall clock. "If you have no further need for me, I'll go and sleep with my son."

"I heard..." he said, gently placing his hands on the soft pillow, his gaze fixed on her. "...you married that old man, and he died just a few days later. As for what happened in bed..."

Eliza sneered, a hint of disgust in her eyes. "Getting pregnant has nothing to do with duration or size. It can happen in just a moment."

She wanted to disgust him. She hated seeing that smug look on his face that made him look as if he owned the world.

Casper was indeed annoyed. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her forcefully into his embrace. "What you're talking about is reproduction."

"Call it whatever you want."

"Alright, let's sleep." He compromised.

For over three years, he had been having the same dream: dreaming that she came back to life, holding her like this, and having a good night's sleep without any insomnia. He didn't want to argue with her. He wanted things to be good between them.

...

Early in the morning, Eliza was making breakfast in the kitchen. Casper, dressed in casual pajamas, leaned lazily against the kitchen doorframe, watching her.

She was meticulous. Her cooking

skills were good; if she put her heart into it, she could definitely win him

over Too bad she only saw it as a

job to repay a debt. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"I don't eat much, just make something simple," he said, his voice soft.

Eliza nodded and brought the breakfast to the table. "Mr. Casper, please have breakfast."

"Can't you call me something else?" he looked at her expectantly. "I don't like Mr. Casper."

He didn't dare ask for a more intimate nickname. He knew she wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

"Alright." She agreed to call him by his name.

"Let's sit down and eat together," he said.

Eliza pursed her lips and sat down. "Later, I'm going to check out a few kindergartens. I might not have time for chores at home today."

"Do you really consider yourself a

maid?" He tore a piece of toast, lifting his eyelids to look at her. "You have absolute freedom in this house, and the servants must respect you. You can work, but not do these household chores."

Eliza guessed Casper had a new arrangement for her. "What do you want me to do?"

"Do what you're good at." He took out an employment contract and handed it to Eliza. "Remember,

before you left, Welton Intel

acquired the Simmons family's land? The auction site has been completed, and we're about to start operations. You'll work there."

She responded with a light "oh." She preferred teaching children to draw to this new job. But she had no choice.

"What, you don't like it?" He observed her closely, trying to understand her true feelings.