Jasper turned around slowly to find Alyssa standing a couple of steps behind him. Her eyes were cold


    and t as they locked onto his.


    “Why did youe all the way here, Lyse?” Cyrus ignored Jasper and went up to her. “I told you I


    would


    handle this myself. You should be getting to bed.”


    “No. I need to take care of this myself.” She then turned to Jasper, her gaze icy. The sight made


    Jasper’s


    heart clench.


    She had never shown him an ounce of warmth since their divorce.


    Jasper was honestly more frightened than angry over this nowadays.


    Deep inside, he felt terrified at the thought of being treated like a stranger by Alyssa. He would rather


    she hated him with all her passion than treat her so coldly.


    “Alyssa …”


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    “Walk with me,” Alyssa said, then walked out of the police station.


    Jasper was about to walk when Cyrus grabbed his shoulder. “Hey! Let me remind you to keep yourself


    in


    line. This is the police department. Any silly moves, and I’ll lock you up for a week!”


    “You’re her brother. You should know what my rtionship with Alyssa is like,” Jasper snapped, “I


    remained courteous to her while we were married. There’s no need to worry about that changing now


    that


    we’re divorced.”


    “I doubt it.” Cyrus sneered. “Nearly all of the men I’ve arrested for stalking and taking photos of their ex-


    wives are either psychopaths or serial killers!”


    Jasper was left speechless.


    Alyssa and Jasper went to thepound behind the police department, where the silence allowed


    them


    to speak freely.


    They were both important people, after all. It would be bad for both of them if any paparazzi or


    members


    of the public happened to take pictures of them in the police department together.


    “Jasper-”


    “Did you drink?” Jasper stepped close to her, his shadow casting over her features.


    Cyrus was filled with disbelief. He couldn’tprehend what Jasper was saying. He wondered if he


    looked like an escort or if Jasper was projecting his own thoughts onto him.


    Those well-defined abs hidden under his coat might earn him a couple of thousand dors in a single


    night!


    Just then, two officers walked past. They greeted Cyrus respectfully as they did. “Chief Taylor!”


    Cyrus nodded, acknowledging them.


    Jasper’s breathing hitched as he stared at the man in shock.


    This… this man was a police officer?


    And he was a Taylor, too?


    Suddenly, Jasper found the man had exceedingly familiar features.


    “Cyrus! Big brother, what are you doing here?”


    Jasper tensed up upon hearing that familiar voice.


    How many sons did Winston Taylor have?