His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 168

No, he knew exactly what he'd done.

But he thought she'd keep putting up with him, indulging him no matter what, forgiving him every time.

No, their rift was too wide to fix now.

"Do you love Nova?" she asked.

His kisses stopped. He didn't answer, but his silence spoke volumes.

He loved Nova.

So how could he love another woman and expect her to love him back? Did he even deserve it?

Casper pulled away from Eliza, clearly disappointed. He took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips without lighting it. He just held it there.

The desire in his eyes faded, replaced by a chilling indifference.

"Since you don't love Aaron, you can handle the acquisition of the Martin family business," he said, his voice cold and husky. "I believe you can handle this task perfectly, right?"

Casper had his reasons for giving her this job, and she knew it all too well. If it came to that, she could just resign. "I've been thinking about quitting," she said.

Casper's hand paused mid-air, then he scoffed mockingly. He leisurely took out his phone and showed Eliza a bill. "This is your mother's recent hospital bill."

Eliza glanced at Casper and then focused on the phone screen.

Seeing the final amount, she gasped.

Two million? How could it cost so much? Didn’t the doctor say that one pill cost a hundred thousand, and Rose only needed two or three pills a month?

She couldn't afford this.

"Still thinking about resigning?" He extinguished the cigarette in his hand, his slender fingertips gently caressing her face. "Or have you found another job? Do tell."

"I…" She turned off the phone screen, her grip tightening involuntarily, her spirit deflating. "…haven't."

"Then what right do you have to refuse this job?"

If a man and woman loved each other enough, anything they did was romantic.

But anything between her and Casper? It was just another form of humiliation.

"I don't want to," she said, clearly resistant.

"You have a choice between two options. Let's see what you choose."

He was like a leopard on the hunt, and Eliza was a limping deer in front of him with no power to resist.

She could choose not to serve him, but that would mean the disappearance of the Martin family in Falconridge. Plus, she would constantly have people in Falconridge blaming her for their downfall.

The choice was clear to him; she had already made her decision.

"Casper, must it be this way?"

"Choose, Mrs. Welton. Don't let us keep circling Falconridge's main roads; we’re wasting fuel." He glanced at his Patek Philippe. "You have three minutes."