Chapter 391


    Why was Jasper still out there? What was he trying to get at?


    Was that an attempt at winning her sympathy? Alyssa would never fall for such an off-putting move!


    Fueled by anger, she stormed into her bedroom, only toe to an abrupt halt.


    The rain in fall was not as mild as the summer showers. In Sna City, the nighttime temperatures


    during fall could plummet below freezing.


    She pondered. Jasper had been standing out there for hours in a thin outfit. If he stayed put…


    It’d be a huge hassle to deal with the police if he dropped dead at her gates!


    At the thought, she hurried back to her room and dialed his number. She was dismayed to learn that his


    phone was turned off.


    She waspletely baffled by his move. She might not have felt sympathy for him, but her curiosity


    got the better of her. Hence, she left the vi with arge ck umbre.


    Jasper had been standing in hunger and the rain for too long. He even momentarily mistook Alyssa’s


    petite figure as an illusion.


    He was taken aback and touched when she came to a halt right in front of him. She schooled him in a


    shrill


    voice, “What on earth are you doing? Are you ever going to stop?”


    “Aren’t you cold in that nightdress?” He was as indifferent as usual. He shakingly attempted to unbutton


    his jacket to drape over her, only to realize that he waspletely drenched. He stopped himself in


    awkwardness.


    “Why did you switch off your phone?” she demanded to know.


    “It ran out of battery,” he replied honestly, much like a man who had been reprimanded by his wife.


    Jasper was oddlyforted by the tone of her voice. Indeed, he was just like the average man, who


    loved being yelled at and put in their ce.


    “Did you really n to stand here all night if I hadn’te to meet you?”


    “Yes. I needed to talk to you.”


    Sheughed at the absurdity of it. “Why do you always make me look down on you? Do you have


    anything else up your sleeve apart from trying to earn pity? You are the president of Beckett Group, not


    some street


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    “I don’t care what method I use as long as I get to see you.” His voice carried a chilly edge, but his eyes


    sparkled with intensity.


    Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths, a sight that tempted him. Yet, he managed to restrain his


    desires, owing to his unwavering moralpass and the strict discipline Instilled in him during his days


    at military school.


    “Did you have a good sleep tonight?”


    “What?”


    “I remember you always slept through the night.”


    Feeling a rush of emotions, she clenched harder on the umbre. When they were first married, they


    shared a bed for about six months.


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    He always had his back turned to her when they slept together. The distance between them felt as vast


    as the oceans.


    She knew that Jasper was a light sleeper, but she was more surprised that he had observed her sleep


    patterns.


    “I thought you had something to discuss? Spit it out. It’s freaking cold out here.” She shivered.


    “Let’s talk in the car.” He took her umbre, swiftly opened the car door, and guided her inside.


    The air in the car was damp. She finally noticed his lips quivering under the dim light. His hand, resting


    on his knee, had turned slightly purple from the cold.


    She pressed her lips together, and to her surprise, he produced a nket and wrapped it around her.


    “I found the culprit behind the leak. She’s Abigail Grant, the daughter of Michael Grant. You probably


    know what’s going on by now. That was her attempt to seek revenge for her father.”


    She looked up with surprise. “Is this the reason you came to meet me? To tell me about this?”


    “Partly.” His voice trembled. “I also wanted to check if you were


    doing okay after all that happened.”