Alyssa slowly narrowed her eyes at Jasper with a look that could cut through steel. He appeared a bit


    flustered under her intense scrutiny.


    She didn’t mince words as she remarked, “That’s disgustingly corny, even if you think it isn’t.”


    He stammered, “I just… want to be closer to you.”


    Perplexed by her sudden anger, he realized he was utterly clueless when it came toforting women.


    As apany president known for his decisiveness in business and eloquence at global summits, he


    now felt utterly helpless before the woman he loved.


    “Please, don’t call me Lyse, like how you called her ‘Lia.’ It only makes you associate me with her, and


    that’s a grave insult.”


    She fixed a piercing look on him.


    In response, he pursed his lips, feeling his throat catch.


    The pain he had inflicted on her had never truly lessened. She remained as hurt as the day they


    divorced.


    Every time he evoked their past, she wouldtch onto it and dwell on the hurt.


    Never had she considered forgiving him. In other words, she had reminded herself never to forget the


    humiliating past. There could be no future for their rtionship if she stubbornly clung to the past.


    “Lyse, this has nothing to do with Liana or anyone else. I just-” he began to exin himself.


    “Enough,” she cut him off coldly and opened the door. “Don’t read too much into this. I allowed you in


    here because I know you well. You’ll never leave Rose’s studio today without achieving your goal, and I


    don’t want to trouble Rose.”


    His face darkened as he stared at her lonely figure.


    She had only let him into the studio because she was pressed for time. She was busy with hotel


    business


    during the day and could only work on L’s dress at Rose’s studio in the evening.


    She picked up an exquisite crystal hair clip from the table. Tossing her hair coolly, she fashioned her


    hair


    into a bun.


    His tender gaze remained fixed on her, and his fingers moved unconsciously. He had an irresistible


    urge


    to touch her thick, dark, and luscious hair.


    They had once shared a bed as newlyweds. Back then, Alyssa always tossed and turned in her sleep,


    and


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    Jasper was relieved and grateful. He tried to suppress his joy but failed. He hurried after Alyssa.


    In the background, Xavier wore a broad, mischievous grin, thoroughly enjoying the sight of Jasper’s


    humility before Alyssa.


    With no way to prevent Jasper from entering, Rose redirected her ire toward Xavier. She shot him a


    fierce


    re and hissed, “You wait out there. Jasper Beckett’s staff is not permitted inside!”


    Jasper caught up to Alyssa as fast as he could. Despite that, she did not once turn around to look at


    him.


    He didn’t manage to get her attention even once.


    Nheless, it was a significant step forward that she let him stay. He clung to this glimmer of hope,


    fully


    As they approached the studio’s entrance, Alyssa suddenly stopped without facing him. He began,


    “Lyse, I


    “When have I allowed you to address me as ‘Lyse”?”