The frame slipped from Alyssa’s hand, crashing onto the ground and shattering into pieces. Shards


    scattered in all directions, cutting her ankle, and a few drops of blood oozed from the tiny cut.


    “Why are you here?” Jasper’s low voice pierced the air, causing her to tremble.


    Without turning around, she coldly replied, “Sorry to disturb you. I’ll leave soon.”


    Jasper stared at her figure, draped in his shirt beneath the soft, warm light. Her curves were vaguely


    visible under the oversized shirt, a charming sight that tempted him to pull her into an embrace.


    He swallowed hard. His throat was dry.


    Just moments ago, he woke up drenched in sweat, reflexively reaching for Alyssa, only to find the bed


    empty. He felt relief, spotting her clothes and heels on the ground, knowing she was somewhere in the


    vi. He got out of bed to look for her.


    The memories of their kisses and the collision of bodies lingered in his mind and heart, but he was


    unsure


    how things unfolded.


    Did he force himself on her? Or did he somehow hurt her, making her defenseless against his


    advances?


    Gripped by guilt, he approached her emotionally. Suddenly, she spun around and walked past him. He


    quickly held her by the wrist, pleading, “Please don’t go.”


    “You have no right to tell me what to do.”


    He pulled her into a hug, reminding her, “We slept together.”


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    Staring deep into her emotionless eyes, he said firmly, “Alyssa Taylor, we slept with each other. Don’t


    you


    have anything to say to me?”


    “No,” she replied curtly and dodged his gaze.


    Word for word, she said, “Let go.”


    “Alyssa, I don’t take such matters lightly. We’re divorced, but I’ll take responsibility forst night,” he


    stated sincerely, tightening his grip on her wrist.


    “It’s just a one-night stand between adults. You don’t have to take responsibility for me. I am solely


    responsible for my decision,” she snickered, shaking his hand off.


    With mockery, she added, “Mr. Beckett, you need to be cautious when you’re out and about. Better not


    fali


    into another trap again.”


    “Alyssa Taylor!” he hissed, feeling stung by her remark.


    He held her more tightly, prompting her to yell, “Don’t touch me! Get lost!”


    Curling her fists, she punched him on his bare chest in a teary and furious voice.


    He felt shocked and bad to see her cry, wondering if he was the reason behind it.


    Ignoring her tantrum, he hugged her tightly, even as Alyssa failed to notice her own tears. She couldn’t


    fathom why she would cry.


    Did she cry because she slept with Jasper or because he kept mementos of Liana? Clearly, thetter


    was


    more heartbreaking.


    No matter how much she struggled, Jasper refused to let her go.