His Destructive, Toxic Love

"Can I really trust you?" She asked, locking her gaze with his in a way she never had before. "Casper, I can give you my full trust, but I need you to be completely honest with me too."

"I swear, I'm being totally honest with you."

Eliza paused for a moment, "So, is the rumor about the breakup fee true or not?"

"That wasn't a breakup fee. It was part of a contract the company had promised her. When we found a better spokesperson, we ended the contract and compensated her. After that, she left Welton International and went with Daniel." "Did you see her privately after she got with Daniel?"

"Absolutely not," he assured her.

Eliza searched his eyes for a long time before finally convincing herself to trust him.

"Casper, it's been a tough road for us, and I don't want misunderstandings to put cracks in what we've rebuilt. But it takes two to make this work. I hope you keep yourself in check. I don't want to hear any more messy rumors."

He nodded earnestly, holding her hand tightly, "I'm more afraid of losing you than you know. Your trust is the biggest check on me."

"Stop just sweet-talking me," Eliza said, pulling her hand back. "This is the last time."

"Got it, last time."

The next morning.

Casper and Eliza took a ride to Welton International. He personally walked her to the thirteenth floor, wrapping an arm around her waist as they lingered at the door. "When do I get off this no-see list? Can I come by whenever I miss you?"

"Is Mr. Casper maybe a bit too free at work?" she teased, slipping her hand around his tie and whispering in his ear, "If you're really that bored, why not go to Bathton and bring Dillon back?"

"Can't do that. What if it's a one-way trip?" Casper laughed, brushing his nose against hers. "Now, you get to work. I'm heading up."

"Alright."

Eliza stepped into the thirteenth floor.

Brian came in holding a stack of neatly packed white T-shirts.

"Ms. Eliza, these are freebies from a client. What should we do with them?"

"Let me take a look." Eliza took the T-shirts, opening the packaging. "The quality's not bad."

"They're nice, but they're all men's sizes. We don't have many men around here, and they're either as skinny as a rake, carrying a beer belly, or they're just too tall of too short to fit."

Let

Eliza nodded, then had an idea. "Take shirts up to the top floor,

to thenoveldrama

office, and say...are.

from me." ``V

Brian's eyes popped wide open.

Promotional T-shirts for the CEO?

Isn't that a bit bold?

"Ms. Eliza, do you think Mr. Casper will actually wear them? These are promotional items. What if he gets upset..."

Eliza shrugged it off, "If he's picky, just bring them back."

"Are you sure about this?" Brian asked, a bit nervously.

"Go on."

"Okay."

With

the top floor CEO's office. She

bumped into Dillon on his wavel

quickly greeted him, "Hey, Dillon."

"Brian? What's up..." Dillon noticed the items she was holding.

and

Brian quickly handed the T-shirts to Dillon. "Could you pass these on to Mr. Casper? They're from Ms. Eliza."

"Why don't you give them to him yourself?"

Brian was sweating bullets. No way she'd do that.

"I've got stuff to do back on the thirteenth floor. Thanks for the help, Dillon!" Brian made her quick exit.

Dillon looked down at the shirts in his hands... All this fuss just to deliver a few shirts?