His Destructive, Toxic Love
Chapter 82

Easton pressed Eliza down, ready to proceed.

He carelessly drenched her cocktail dress and hair, making them cling uncomfortably to her skin. "Mr. Gillum, I can't go on like this. Give me a moment. Let me take off my dress..." She gave him a seductive look, hoping to buy herself some physical and emotional respite.

Easton slapped her rear. "I'll wait, but be quick."

Finally emerging from the bathroom, she took a deep breath. She picked up the red wine she had set down and was about to take another sip when the doorbell rang.

Thinking it was room service, she put down the wine and went to open the door.

The door swung open. Casper stood there, face cold, lips pressed tightly together, a flicker of anger in his eyes.

She instinctively stepped back.

His gaze was icy. When he noticed her wet dress and hair, his eyes grew even colder.

She couldn't fathom why he was here now. Was he afraid she would run? Indeed, she had considered it but quickly abandoned the idea.

"There's no need for you to supervise personally. I've agreed to your terms, so I will take good care of Mr. Gillum."

Her words exploded like a bomb, shattering his composure.

He stared into her eyes, his fingertips tensing up, "Eliza, are you looking forward to sleeping with this man?"

Was she looking forward to it?

Look at that. He sold her out yet used such words to insult her.

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Casper? Isn't this what you wanted? What is there to look forward to?"

Her eyes shone with a cold luster-disdain, mockery, and sarcasm mixed together.

He suddenly grasped her wrist. "Come with me."

"Don't you care about your billion-dollar project anymore? Mr. Gillum hasn't signed the contract yet, and you promised me you'd let Robin go. I don't want to..."

She couldn't finish her sentence.

He interrupted her irritably, "Don't worry about my business. I'll keep my promises."

He dragged her away, slamming the door behind them, showing no mercy as he pulled her outside.

Eliza was barefoot and thrown into the car. The door locked behind her.

She didn't understand his sudden change of heart. When he talked to the doctor about draining her of all her blood, it was clear he had been ready to discard her like an old rag.

She was required to just spend a night with another man. What was his problem?

Casper didn't love her, and he didn't care whether her purity was tarnished or not.

She wouldn't reveal her identity to Easton, embarrassing Casper and the Welton family.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Mr. Gillum about our relationship. At most, I'll tell him I'm just a gift you've given him."

A smile curled on Casper's lips-a smile that hid too much burning anger.

Eliza knew him too well. His emotions were unstable, and his temper was fierce. She was prepared for him to lash out at her.

"Did I tell you to sleep with him?" he turned around suddenly, grabbing her chin. "Or do you want to sleep with him? Do you think his status and position can give you stability? Or do you think he can please you in bed?"

"Mr. Casper, wasn't the reason for taking me to the dinner to hand me over to Mr. Gillum?" She actually found Casper somewhat amusing at this moment.

What was he trying to compensate for? Wasn't it his secretary who gave the room card to Easton?

Did Casper really think she was blind and couldn't see those packets of condoms?