His Destructive, Toxic Love

Casper drove along Falconridge Boulevard, driving for about an hour. He headed straight into Welton International's hospital.

Whether it was guilt or pity, something had whispered to him during that drive, urging him to come here. The hospital was lit up like daylight.

Eliza's room was the most exclusive VIP suite in the entire place. The main lights were off, leaving only a few night lamps casting a warm, soft glow, adding a touch of coziness and calm to the quiet space. He gently opened the door.

Eliza was asleep. On the nightstand were the gifts he had Dillon deliver earlier. A beautiful jewelry box sat there untouched. The black credit card was placed neatly on top, and somehow, he felt a pang of rejection.

He watched Eliza on the bed. Under the soft light, he could clearly see the scars on her wrists. The wounds had almost healed, but the marks were still shocking, etched deeply into her skin like a brand. His fingers, cool to the touch, gently traced those marks...

Eliza's eyes snapped open, and she was met with Casper's magnified, handsome face. She screamed, "Ah!"

"It's me." His voice was unexpectedly gentle and deep. He looked sexy in the dim light. "Did I scare you?"

Eliza quickly pulled down her sleeve to cover the scars. "What do you want?"

"I've been swamped with work these past few days and haven't had time to visit you, but... I've been worried about you."

He was worried about her.

Eliza thought she must have misheard. Was he worried about her health, or was he concerned she might fall into despair again, bringing shame to the Welton family?

"I don't need anyone's concern." Her voice was as cold as ice in winter.

He paused, "Last time, I... I was impulsive."

His voice had a barely noticeable hint of regret. He wanted to say sorry but couldn't bring himself to. "I shouldn't have been so harsh on you."

Eliza found him hard to read. He was

such an unreliable man, so how

much of his words could she believe? His nature was obsessive, impulsive, and volatile. One moment, he might apologize, and the next, he could be at her throat.

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Casper just sat there by her bed, staring intensely at her. She turned her face away, looking elsewhere, not wanting any interaction with him.

"You don't like these gifts?" he broke the silence. He didn't understand what women liked, so he had Dillon pick out the most expensive ones.

Eliza glanced at the gifts, her voice cold and distant. "Mr. Casper, you might as well give these to Nova. I don't like these things, nor do I deserve them."

Casper frowned slightly, looking into

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her indifferent eyes. A wave of inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. "You are Mrs. Welton. How do you not deserve it?"

Eliza chuckled.

Mrs. Welton? That title had lost all meaning to her.

"Then I'd like to ask you, when can I stop being Mrs. Welton?" She looked straight into his eyes, her lips trembling slightly.

"So, you want to divorce me?" His gaze was deep as he looked at her. He hadn't come tonight to discuss this. "After the divorce, do you think you'll be free? You're too naive Your freedom has nothing to do with marriage; it depends on whether I let go."

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"So, Mr. Casper, will you let go?"