Chapter 372


    “Ms. Alyssa wants you to go in.” Sean turned aside as though Jasper was infectious.


    “Thank you.”


    Sean snickered, openly disying his disgust. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s all because of Ms.


    Alyssa’s generosity. I would have beaten you up and thrown you out.” With that, he left the back


    kitchen. 1


    Jasper inhaled and stepped into KS World Hotel’s spotless back kitchen that looked like a sterileb


    with


    white decor and stainless steel tables and equipment.


    The air was quiet. The only thing he heard was his breathing and his beating heart.


    Turning a corner, he spotted a slender figure standing by the wide table that only highlighted her petite


    frame.


    Today, Alyssa was charming in the white chef uniform, her hair tied and tucked neatly into the chef’s


    hat.


    She wore a transparent mask on her face and was fully focused on shaping a ball of dough into pastry.


    She did not even notice his presence.


    His eyes turned misty when he recalled Mrs. Rosie’s words.


    She told him, “Mr. Jasper, the desserts you ate are not store-bought or made by pastry chefs. Madam


    made them for you! Even the house chef admitted that he is not as talented as she is!


    “Look at you, wolfing them down. You did not know how much effort she’d poured into a tiny piece of


    dessert. She spent her day in the kitchen making the desserts without a word ofint about her


    body aches.”


    His expression wavered as the memory tugged at his heart. It was the first time he had ever seen


    Alyssa


    in the kitchen.


    Apparently, she had spent the three years in his home, pouring her love and effort into the food, while


    he


    had never truly appreciated her.


    He was a jerk who wasted her affection.


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    Alyssa frowned as she shaped the dough into choux pastries for Ada Kingsley, who wanted to take


    them


    home to Mosgravia for her mother.


    The dessert was incredibly challenging, and after a whole afternoon’s work, Alyssa had only managed


    to


    make four sessful choux pastries.


    “Phew! Finally,” she eximed with relief, wiping the sweat from her forehead after sessfully making


    the fifth one.


    Suddenly, a loud crunch broke the silence, and she looked up in shock, her eyes widening. Then, she


    screamed, “Jasper Beckett, you-”


    Jasper calmly met her gaze as he chewed on her pastry. Only three choux pastries remained on her


    tray.


    “I didn’t give you permission to eat that! Spit it out right now!” Her face flushed with anger, and she was


    tempted to punch him in the face.


    He disregarded her screams and took a slow bite, enjoying himself.


    “You bastard! My desserts are not for you! Stop it right now!” Eyes ming, she rushed to grab half of


    the pastry puff in his hand. Panicking, he stuffed the rest of it into his mouth.


    “You prick!” she bellowed in fury. The floor was still wet from the cleaning, causing her to identally


    slip


    and fall into his arms.


    The impact sent his back ramming into the table. He frowned at the pain but secured his arms around


    her


    waist to make sure she was safe.


    Her breathing became erratic after she sensed the touch of his fingers. Her lips pressed against his,


    separated only by her face mask.


    They stood there in silence. He narrowed his eyes, trying hard to suppress the growing desire inside of


    him.