After Alyssa and Sean packed up, they prepared to return to Sna City with Mandy’s medication for


    Jasper.


    “Lyse, are you in a hurry? Can’t you stay for dinner? It’s almost ready,” L called out to her and


    hurried


    over, wearing an apron.


    “It’s alright, L. I have to get home soon,” Alyssa replied. She gently held L’s face in her hands and


    examined her.


    Then, she suggested, “Your birthday is just around the corner. You should take a few days off, rx,


    and


    stop doing all the chores. Treat yourself to some beauty spas and look your best for your big day this


    weekend!”


    L grumbled, “What birthday? I never wanted to celebrate it. The thought of all the socializing on


    Sunday


    tires me.” She sighed. “I’m only doing it for your dad.”


    “No, you’re wrong. He’s doing it for you. Or rather, we’re doing it for you,” Alyssa corrected her.


    “Listen to me. Don’t overwork yourself, I have my spies at home, and they’ll report to me if you refuse


    to


    listen.


    “If I’m upset, I’ll show up at your birthday party empty-handed and eat all your food! Heh heh!*


    Sean smiled at Alyssa’s yful act as she pretended to be angry. Her little button nose and her pouted


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    cherry lips were adorable.


    A smile lit up L’s lovely face. She yfully pinched Alyssa’s cheek and said, “Family is the best gift!”


    Having grown up in an orphans


    L had been discovered by talent agents while performing in a


    theatrical troupe. She had then signed with an entertainment agency and embarked on her acting


    career.


    She’d had a challenging upbringingpared to some of Winston’s other wives. She hadn’te from


    a


    prominent family like Mandy, whose family ran a business, or Colene, whose father was a gangster.


    Therefore, she often felt inferior and believed she wasn’t a good fit for Winston and the Taylor family.


    Her


    only desire was to lead a low-profile life and avoid causing trouble for anyone.


    Alyssa felt a lump in her throat upon hearing L’s reply. Sometimes, she envied Winston for his many


    wives. She had the thought of inheriting Winston’s business and subsequently forming a harem of her


    own.


    Too bad it was hard toe across decent men. It would be pointless to have a harem if she could


    only


    “Lyse.” A stern voice interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, she saw Jonah in his ck pastor’s


    robe with a Bible in his left hand. He gracefully descended the white marble stairs.


    “Hey, Jonah.


    “Please don’t hurry back yet. I need to have a talk with you.”


    In the tea room, Jonah made Alyssa some fragrant tea. She watched him prepare the tea with much


    admiration. His grace could rival that of a royal prince.


    It seemed impossible to find Jonah a woman who could match his ss and poise.


    Jonah gently handed her the cup of tea and asked calmly, “Lyse, are you at all interested in Jameson?”


    “Huh?” Alyssa went nk and nearly dropped the cup.


    “I’m serious.”


    “No. Nada. Nein. Non,” Alyssa replied firmly, shaking her head.


    “Okay then. You shouldn’t keep too much contact with him,” Jonah advised, sipping on his tea


    elegantly.


    “Um, Jameson’s the one who came to me. I never wanted to be close to him,” she argued.


    “And you neither epted his feelings nor rejected them? What does that make you, a yer?” teased


    Jonah,


    “What are you talking about? I’m not! How could you say that about your sister?” Alyssa countered, her


    face blushing in anger.


    “Lyse, if you’re not interested in him, you need to set boundaries. What you’re doing now is giving him


    false hope.”