His Destructive, Toxic Love

It's more than just a tragedy.

Casper returned, tossing his mask to Caleb before taking a long swig from his flask.

"Bro, I think it's time to let it go," Caleb said gently, watching Casper with concern.

Casper didn't say a word, his mood as dark as a storm cloud, drowning his sorrows with another drink. He felt down, sure, but not angry. She had turned him down, but she had also turned down others. There was no reason to feel unfairly treated. But...

"Bro, your girl is dancing with another guy." Caleb leaned over the railing, looking down at the couple on the dance floor, chatting and laughing. "That guy's not even wearing a mask and looks pretty handsome, way more outgoing than you." "What?"

Casper walked over, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto the man and woman dancing below. His face turned a shade of green with jealousy.

She had just refused to dance with him, claiming she couldn't, and now she was in another man's arms. This was a slap in the face.

With a scowl, he turned back to his seat, waving his hand to pour himself another drink.

Caleb, noticing Casper's odd behavior, started to piece things together. With a slight smile and a shake of his head, he stepped forward to console him, "My sister-in-law is a natural beauty, so it's normal for some clueless guys to hit on her. Want me to find out who that guy is?"

Casper didn't respond; he just sat there in silence, staring blankly at his drink as if trying to see through it.

Caleb: ...???

Was he really heartbroken?

"Alright, I'll go find out for you."

After that, Caleb quickly headed downstairs. Eliza was still dancing with that man. His eyes shifted, spotting Chelsea sitting nearby, engrossed in her phone.

Caleb quickly approached Chelsea, gracefully bending over to sit next to her. He tapped his fingers lightly on the smooth table, the crisp sound instantly drawing Chelsea's O attention.

She looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly, "A creep?"

"Hey, hey, I'm not a creep." Caleb adjusted his collar, looking every bit the well-dressed gentleman. "I'm a doctor. My name is Caleb. You misunderstood me last time." Chelsea put down her phone, crossing her arms as she looked at him with disdain. "So, a doctor can't be a creep?"

"I'm really not a creep." Caleb raised his hand, not wanting to argue. "Even if I was, I haven't hurt you. You don't have to be so biased against me, right?" "Huh, you're actually quite funny."

Bias? More like contempt.

Caleb cleared his throat, deciding to change the subject. "Chelsea, I need to ask you something."Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Oh, isn't this a surprise? But... asking me for a favor without even calling me 'miss'?" Chelsea's lips curved into a smirk, glancing at him.

Caleb: ...Is this woman always this difficult?

"How much older are you than me? Do I really need to call you 'miss'?" He felt slightly indignant.

"If you're not going to call, then forget it." Chelsea shrugged nonchalantly, clearly uninterested. "As if I'm eager to be called 'miss' by a creep." "You..." Caleb felt his patience wearing thin but took a deep breath and forced a smile. "...Miss Chelsea, may I ask you something?" "No." She stared at him, her tone playful yet teasing.

"Chelsea, are you being childish?"

They were both adults, after all. Why

was communication so difficult? "Can't you be a bit more mature and sensible, like my sister-in-law?"

"Your sister-in-law?" Chelsea understood. Caleb? Casper. So, this man was from the Welton family. Casper's brother? No wonder he knew her name.

"Eliza is mature and sensible, but

marrying into your Welton family, did

she find happiness or was she treated like a person? Should I learn to endure your abuse like her, should I learn how to be driven to despair by Casper? I'm curious what you think."