His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 280

"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.

“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 International 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.