His Destructive, Toxic Love novel 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.

Casper chuckled, "Juan, your tone wasn't so friendly a moment ago."

"You must've misheard," Juan said, nervously rubbing his neck, "I was just saying, for a busy guy like you to make time for Eliza's business trip, you're a top-notch husband, a real gem. Hats off to you."

"I hope, Juan, that wasn't just talk."

"No, no, absolutely not." Juan laughed awkwardly, "I won't keep you any longer. I'll hang up now."

After hearing the dial tone, Casper set Eliza's phone aside and headed into the kitchen.

The guest room's kitchen was compact but well-equipped—gas stove, fridge, utensils, the whole shebang. The fridge had some basic stuff like bread and sausages, the usual quick bites. But he knew Eliza wasn't a fan of that.

So, he dashed to a nearby supermarket, picked up some groceries, and returned to the hotel, all set to whip up something tasty for her.