"No, I can't. Not yet." Justin took a sip of his tea. His gaze was as deep as treacherous undercurrents. "According to my calculations, Jasper should be waking up soon. "He has Ms. Alyssa and a bunch of reliable friends helping him out by his side. He might actually be able to get through this hurdle." Sheryl leaned in toward Justin. In a low voice, she whispered, "So, you're saying…""I heard that Ms. Alyssa has a 'sister-in-law' who's quite capable. I heard that he's a neurologist?" Sheryl was taken aback. "You're referring to… the Lovelace family's youngest son, Julien Lovelace?" Justin lowered his eyes and drank his tea. In a cold voice, he said, "This person cannot stay in Ms. Alyssa's team. He cannot remain by Jasper's side." Remy perked up instantly. "Shall I get to work?" "Murder is not the only way to make someone leave." Justin played with his tea cup with the tip of his finger. With a smirk on his face, he explained, "We can achieve the same results by breaking
Upon hearing that Jasper had regained consciousness, Alyssa burst out in tears of agitation. She lowered her small frame bit by bit, eventually curling herself into a ball as she trembled in the cold wind. "Ms. Alyssa…" Tears filled Sean's eyes. His heart broke as he watched Alyssa. Ever since Jasper fell unconscious, the days felt like years to Alyssa. Even so, the days passed by like a blur. She was clearly still alive, but that bright-eyed side of her that was as beautiful as a rose could no longer be found. She was burdened by too much pressure. She blamed herself constantly, letting the self-reproach eat at her continuously. She was conscious but was gradually falling into insanity. "Why are you crying, my dear? Jasper is awake. You should be jumping for joy!" Newton comforted her over the phone. At the same time, he couldn't help but worry about her. "It's so cold today. Are you outside, my dear?" "Grandpa Newton… I am… I'm outside the hospital." All the crying
Newton walked shakily before Javier. He was so mad that his cheeks were trembling. "Let me say this today. As long as I'm here, no one can touch Alyssa. It will not end well for anyone who disrespects her!" Javier was boiling with so much anger that his chest hurt. "Dad! You're—""Moreover, Jasper has regained consciousness. This is all in the past now." The look in Newton's eyes was resolute, reflecting his stance in standing up for Alyssa. "If you ever lash your anger out at Alyssa in the future, don't call me 'Dad' again! You're an elder, using your authority to bully a young woman. How dare you!" Even though Newton did not slap Javier in the face in the end, the latter felt a burning sensation on his cheek, as if he had actually been slapped. "Hurry up, Alyssa. Go and see Jasper. Go," Newton urged warmly as he looked into Alyssa's swollen eyes. Sean encouraged her too. "Ms. Alyssa, haven't you been waiting for Mr. Jasper to wake up? I'm sure he really wants to see you to
Alyssa's eyes brimmed with tears as she stared in disbelief at her empty hands. Jasper had always been the one to hold her hand first during tender moments—whenever they kissed, embraced, or laced their fingers together, he would murmur in her ear, promising never to let go, no matter what. Yet now, with a chilling detachment, he was pulling away.The pain hit Alyssa as if her very soul was being torn apart.When Xavier saw this, he gaped in shock, and his face ran pale. No one knew better than him how much Jasper had loved Alyssa and how deeply connected they were before his coma. But now, despite not losing his memory, the Jasper who had awakened was unrecognizable. He treated Newton and Javier like before, except Alyssa, the woman he deeply loved, who was being treated with such coldness and detachment. "Grandpa, Dad." Jasper turned his indifferent gaze away from Alyssa's heartbroken face. In a deep voice, he said, "I'm tired. I'd like to get some sleep. Could you all plea
Justin seemed to embody every word that defined gentleness, composure, and grace. Despite his physical imperfections, he never gave up on himself or resented others.Even so, Alyssa felt an inexplicable sense of unease around him. Standing beside him left her feeling oppressed in a way she couldn't quite put into words."I'm fine, thank you." Alyssa raised her arm and wiped her tears with her sleeve. She remembered how she used to cry so freely, especially in front of Jasper. She'd ruin her entire image, sobbing into his shirt or tie. Unlike Justin, Jasper never offered her a handkerchief. He was more like a giant tissue—always there, letting her cry on him, no matter how disheveled it left him.Even so, he would still coax her tenderly and plant kisses on the tip of her reddened nose. He made space for her boundlessly. Justin smiled slightly. He stuffed his handkerchief back into his suit pocket. In a soft voice, he said, "Jasper has now regained consciousness. I heard that his
Alyssa had always been a greedy person. She didn't dare to allow herself to become idle. She called Cyrus. "Cyrus, have you and your people completed the autopsy for Jameson?" "We have. He had a heart attack, but according to the forensic pathologist, this type of heart attack didn't happen because of his own health reasons. Instead, it was triggered by some medication that was injected into him." The suspicion in Alyssa's heart grew. She lowered her voice. "When we were on Rose Island, Jameson had taken quite a number of random medications to keep himself alert. Even so, nothing bad actually happened to him. "After over half a month of being in the detention center, he hadn't been consuming medications or receiving injections. Yet, he actually dropped dead? Doesn't it sound strange to you?" Cyrus had his doubts too. "No matter how much we speculate, we don't have any solid evidence." "Other than myself, has he met with anyone else the past two days?" "Everyone in the Sch
Looking into each other's eyes, Alyssa's bloodshot eyes gradually filled with tears of agitation and sorrow. Jasper came out to see her. Did he know she had been watching him the whole time? Did that mean that deep within him, he still had feelings for her and that she was someone special to him? Alyssa's lips parted slightly. The tip of her nose was red. As she lay on her back and looked at Jasper, she mumbled in a miserable and coquettish voice, "Jasper… Jasper…" The look in Jasper's eyes darkened. He glanced at her silently for a while before asking in a hoarse voice, "What are you still doing here?" A huge drop of tear rolled from the corner of Alyssa's eye, reflecting how weak and fragile she was. She wanted to say something, but all that escaped her were sobs. She couldn't bring herself to say anything. Staring into her tear-filled eyes, Jasper frowned. "You woke me up because you kept talking." "I… I'm sorry…" she apologized to him while she sobbed.She used to
Alyssa wasn't a cowardly woman. Just as Jasper was about to pull her hand away, she gritted her teeth, bracing against the pain, and made her move.She pressed her body against his firm chest, her quivering lips seeking his, locking them in a deep, desperate kiss.Jasper's eyes widened. He stiffened up and fell into a daze, thanks to Alyssa's sudden and passionate move. He hadn't forgotten her. He remembered that they used to be lovers. However, those heart-fluttering memories were dispensable and meaningless to him. He could no longer find the love that he had for her. Yet, he didn't push her away.Noticing that Jasper wasn't moving, Alyssa became more daring. She knelt on the bed and cupped that well-sculpted face of his in her hands. She couldn't stop herself from kissing him, biting him, and reeling him in. In truth, they had learned about intimacy from one another. Jasper, especially, was a natural and fast learner. He was the one who discovered all her erogenous zones.