"Wet the bed? God no!" Alyssa embarrassedly pummeled Jasper''s chest. He appeared fine, even


    when her fists hurt. "How could you say that?"


    He grabbed her hand and rubbed it on his chest. "Fine, it''s my fault. My brain froze. I bet I''ll be the one


    wetting the bed when we''re old and frail."


    Alyssa, who was angrily drawing circles with her fingertip on his chest, suddenly let out a chuckle at his


    hrious remark.


    He questioned, "Anyway, what''s wrong? You scared me for a while just now." He gently caressed her


    cheek with concern.


    "I... I''m on my period." She clutched the nket tightly and pressed her lips.


    Although she and Jasper had slept together and trusted each other, she was incredibly sensitive about


    her image and strove to carry herself with elegance and discipline.


    When they first started having intimacy, she dared not moan loudly due to the embarrassment. It took


    his patient guidance to break her mental barrier and release her feelings when they were at it.


    It was his first time seeing her acting so bashful.


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    "Are you on your period now? I thought you wouldn''t be on it for another week. That''s early." With a


    serious expression, he slowly flipped the nket aside. The stained bedsheet and nket looked like a


    mess.


    "I feel lethargic. Now, I have to deal with the stains. Guess I''m not sleeping tonight." Feeling frustrated


    partly because of the period, she rested her head on his shoulder.


    "It''s fine. We have nothing much going on tomorrow. We don''t have to wake up early," Jasper softly


    comforted her and kissed her on the cheek.


    He suggested, "Let''s sleep in another bedroom. When morninges, I''ll get Mrs. Rosie to wash all


    the bedsheets and duvets."


    "No! That''s so embarrassing." She quickly shook her head. The thought of it mortified her.


    "Well, we can throw out the stained sheets and get some new ones."


    "Why are you throwing out things that are perfectly fine? Anyway, help me change out the sheets. I''ll


    wash the stains out the next morning." With that, she pressed a hand on her lower abdomen and


    shuffled to the bathroom moodily with her back hunched.


    Jasper, feeling sorry, cast a bitter look at Alyssa. Memories flooded his mind, especially fragments from


    his marriage to Alyssa years ago.


    Mrs. Rosie told him that Alyssa not only prepared meals for the family but she also insisted on doing


    her ownundry. Besides, she dressed herself in a simple style. As the Beckett Group president''s wife,


    she was friendly and humble.


    s, Jasper took her as being fake. He thought she had deliberately carried herself in that manner to


    show that she was better than everyone else. Thinking back, he was trapped in a warped mentality,


    resembling the paranoid and heartless Javier.


    He decided that Alyssa must have been a gold-digger to marry a man who did not love her back. Sadly


    for him, he did not know that she was truly in love with him.


    Smiling wryly, he clenched his fist and punched himself in the chest like dishing out a punishment. He


    felt slightly better after he coughed from the impact.


    At the same time, Alyssa washed away the blood under the shower. The warm water traveled down her


    neck, chest, and her t abdomen, offering momentary relief from the cramps.


    After she cleaned herself, she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, but her eyes widened at


    what she saw. She gasped, "Jasper, what are you—"