The dinner was filled with merryughter. Jameson wanted to serve a bottle of wine from his precious
collection, but Alyssa found herself sipping on juice, thanks to Lily’s insistence. Over the course of the
evening, she downed various types of fruit juices.
After dinner, ire entertained Lily in order to give Jameson and Alyssa some personal time. Jameson
then took Alyssa on a tour of his vi, graciously sharing his antique collection.
They marveled at notable pieces such as Paulo Gagarin’s “Impressionist Oil Landscape Painting”, Van
Gogh’s “Landscape with Snow”, a vase from the Victorian era, and many more treasures, each of
which
would be worth a significant amount at auction.
Alyssa stood before the table, examining the paintings with a magnifying ss. Her eyes sparkled with
excitement, clearly infatuated with the items.
“Do you like them? I’ll wrap them up for you to take home if you wish,” Jameson offered with a warm
smile as he rested his arm on the bed.
While she
was admiring the paintings, he was admiring her beauty,
“Wrap them up for me? Each of these items is worth at least a million or more, and they’re all authentic.
I can’t imagine their previous owners parting with them willingly. Why would you offer these to me?”
Alyssa yfully teased.
She straightened her posture and winked at him through the magnifying ss. “Are you a collector or a
seller? A true collector, like Winston, would never allow anyone to touch their collection, let alone part
with it.”
He grinned, responding in a low and charming voice, “My generosity extends to only two people-you
and
Uncle Winston.”
A warmth enveloped her, and she pursed her lips. Jameson was the pr opposite of Jasper. He was a
smooth-talker, whereas Jasper wouldn’t say something nice even under duress.
“Winston is a greedy old man. If he knows you have something good, he’ll take advantage of your
generosity.”
“He’s wee to take whatever he likes. I don’t have much to offer, just a few antiques that he
appreciates. Naturally, I would share them with him,” Jameson replied earnestly.
“What about you? Is there anything you would like, apart from iming your rightful share in the
Schmidt
Group?” Alyssa asked, her tone intentionally probing.
He fondly considered responding with “You,” but instead he remarked, “It’s snowing. Lyse.”
“Is it?” She radiated excitement, her eyes glittering like stars.
Snowy days held a special ce in her heart. When she was a child, her mom used to take her to the
backyard to enjoy the snow, clutching her hands and sliding their fingers across theyers of snow and
ice.
Jameson suggested, “Let’s watch the snow.
Guiding her to the balcony, he pushed the doors open. She was captivated by the scene outside. A
flurry
of snowkes danced through the e sky.
“How pretty!” she eximed into the night sky.
Behind her, Jameson quickly removed his jacket and draped it on her shoulders
The view is great, but we don’t want you to catch a cold.”
He gently reminded her,
The cold in her body was immediately reced by the warmth from the jacket. When she turned to face
him, she noticed his intense gaze and stuttered, “Your..
Jameson’s heart raced, and his breathing became uneven
“Your sses are frosted. Can you still see the snow?” she asked with genuine interest. He paused
and grinned, not bothering to conceal his feelings for her.
He thought, “Alyssa, did you know there was a saying in Kontina? They said that you should watch the
first snow with the woman you would like to marry.”This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .
Despite her cold hands, she looked joyful as she raised her hands to catch snowkes.
Jameson was ovee with a sudden urge to take her hand and never let go.
Just then, her phone rang, disrupting the perfect moment. Her expression changed as she nced at
the
screen.