His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 143

She couldn’t muster a response. Aaron’s gentleness, or lack thereof, was entirely contingent on Casper’s mood.

“What do you think about me buying out Martin Hospital? I’ll drive the Martin family into a corner and make Aaron a public pariah. Let’s see how he finds the mood to romance you then.”

He was rough, overpowering.

Eliza couldn’t help but scream. She wrestled against him but couldn’t break free.

“Can’t bear to part with him, Mrs. Welton?” He bit her earlobe, his large hand gripping her chin, forcing her to face him. “Feeling sorry for Aaron? Well, tough it out.”

He kissed her fiercely, each one more intense than the last. Not until Eliza went limp did he finally, contentedly, pull away.

As the bedroom door shut, she began to cry.

Casper went downstairs. He lit a cigarette, taking a seat in the living room to smoke.

Her lingering scent, a faint hint of lavender, clung to him, refusing to fade.

Marian approached cautiously. “Sir, do you need anything?”

He stubbed out his cigarette. “Got any pasta left?”

“Sir, are you hungry? I can cook some for you.”

“I’ll do it myself.”

Casper rolled up his sleeves and headed into the kitchen.

Marian followed, setting up the pots and placing the pasta aside.

“That’s enough. You can go rest.”

This was Casper’s first time cooking.

The privileged young son, never having lifted a finger in the kitchen, struggled even with a simple bowl of pasta.

He wanted to make a sunny-side-up egg. After several attempts, he finally managed one. Once the pasta and egg were ready, he even sprinkled some chopped chives for garnish.