Feeling touched, Alyssa kneeled in front of Lily on one knee and shed a brilliant smile. “Don’t worry!


    I’ll


    be a good friend to Jimmy.”


    Jameson took off his jacket and strode to the kitchen in his white shirt and gray vest. Alyssa, though a


    guest, felt uneasy about having him cook for her. Hence, she followed him into the kitchen.


    ‘I’ll lend you a hand. You don’t even have a chef. It would take ages to prepare the dishes,” Alyssa


    softly.


    suggested, her eyes fixed on the exquisite ingredientsid out on the table. She couldn’t resist the urge


    to


    start cooking herself and began rolling up her sleeves.


    “No worries. Everything’s ready to go. The seafood dishes will be ready in no time, Jameson reassured


    her, a concerned look in his eyes.


    “Lyse, I remember you’re allergic to smoke. It’s quite oily and smoky in the kitchen. Why don’t you join


    my


    mom in the living room for a chat instead?”


    A surprised expression crossed her face as she tensed up. She stammered, “H-How did you know


    about


    my allergy?”


    “Remember when Uncle Winston brought you to our house and Josh insisted on having grilled meat?


    So


    the maids set up a barbecue in the backyard.” Jameson fondly recalled, a chuckle escaping him.


    “When the smoke wafted over, Uncle Winston quickly whisked you away, mentioning your allergy. I can


    still picture the way he tensed up, like he was in the midst of a battle. He even scolded my dad over it,”


    Jameson reminisced.


    “You mean the world to your dad, Lyse.”


    Alyssa stared at him nkly with bitterness that turned into tears. Despite her best efforts, her eyes.


    brimmed with tears.


    She had yed a dutiful wife to Jasper for three years, but he had never known she was allergic to


    smoke. In contrast, Jameson remembered the small detail from a decade ago.


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    “It’s alright. I’ll help you,” she replied, standing by his side in front of the sink. She lowered her head


    and


    deftly prepared the fresh ingredients.


    A glint sparkled in Jameson’s eyes, and he swallowed as he took a step toward her. He mumbled,


    “Thank


    you, Lyse.”


    “I should be the one thanking you for the dinner invitation.”


    “No, it’s not about the dinner,” he croaked.


    “You’ve probably noticed my mom’s condition. Her memories are fading fast. Sometimes, she doesn’t


    even recognize me. She still thinks I’m an eight-year-old.”


    “I understand. That’s one of the symptoms of Alzheimer’s,” Alyssa said with a sigh.


    “I’m grateful that you’re willing to bring some joy to her with me,” Jameson said. Their eyes met, and


    their


    foreheads gently touched. They both seemed surprised and soon broke intoughter.


    The vi was filled with warmth and merriment, a stark contrast to the wintry climate and unforgiving


    wind outside.


    Standing by the vi like a statue, Jasper gazed longingly at the cozy lights within. He had lost track of


    how long he had been standing there. In truth, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay there.


    Only one thought upied his mind-he would wait for Alyssa toe out and meet him. She would


    All of a sudden, he felt a chill on his face that spread through his body. He slowly raised his head and


    observed snowkes drifting onto his pale face with his bloodshot eyes.


    It was snowing the first snow in Sna City


    He would love to spend many more winters in his life with Alyssa. He so wished to experience the first


    snow with her.


    His breath condensed into a misty cloud as he shakily took his phone and dialed her number.