His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 366

Dillon’s heart sank. He felt wronged, deeply wronged.

How could he dare to speak so freely?

“Mr. Casper, I... I do know some things about your past, but I...” Dillon’s words were cut short by Casper.

“Enough, I don’t want excuses.” Casper raised a hand, signaling Dillon to cut to the chase. “Just tell me, have I really been married before?”

Dillon hesitated, then slowly nodded, “Yes, you have.”

Casper felt a knot tighten in his chest.

So, he really had been married.

Had he driven his wife to her death?

His voice quivered slightly, tinged with nervousness, “My... my wife, where is she now?”

“She... she passed away.” Dillon was about to add more, but Casper interrupted him, “So, David didn’t lie to me.”

“Mr. Casper, I wasn’t finished.” Dillon rushed to explain.

But Casper wasn’t interested in hearing more; he raised his hand, silencing Dillon.

In his dark eyes, a swirl of complex emotions flickered, “Then, did I really... have an affair?”

“To be precise, you had a crush.” Dillon hoped his choice of words was acceptable.

Casper’s brows knitted tighter, “What crush? Where is she now?”

“Mr. Casper, she’s already left Falconridge. As for her current whereabouts, I’m not sure.”

The crush had left Falconridge.

His wife was dead too.

What kind of terrible things had he done?

A sudden, sharp pain struck Casper’s head, like an electric shock.

He rubbed his temples, closing his eyes wearily, “Call Caleb back from abroad.”

Caleb was Casper’s uncle’s only son.

More than a decade younger than Casper.

After his uncle passed away, Caleb was dead set on studying medicine, despite Casper’s objections. No amount of persuasion worked.

In frustration, Casper had sent him abroad to study medicine.

He had seen her many times before.

Every time, her appearance stirred something deep inside him.

As he drove up, her soft features turned colder.

She rarely smiled, but when she did, her dimples were enchanting.

After parking, he got out and personally opened the passenger door for her.

“Get in, Val.”

His tone was somewhat affectionate.

She furrowed her brows slightly but didn’t correct him.

After all, he was doing her a huge favor; nitpicking over such small details would seem petty.

If she angered this man, she might not get to see Dr. Roth.

Once inside the car.

He thoughtfully buckled her seatbelt, his breath brushing past her nose, clean and refreshing, making her hold her breath involuntarily.