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Chapter 677
Holding Alyssa’s hand, Jasper rushed down the opulent yet deserted corridor, like two
young aristocrats
who were defying societal rules and eloping.
Her gaze was fixed on his broad back, which provided her with a sense of security. Her
chest heaved, and
her palms grew sweaty.
She had to admit that she felt a little attracted to him. At the same time, she berated
herself for still
having feelings for him over mere hand-holding, after having fallen in love with him twice,
13 years and
three years ago, respectively.
She felt rather indignant for being weak when it came to Jasper.
In contrast, he appeared to be in high spirits, jogging alongside her until they reached the
door of a
luxurious suite.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA surge of panic and embarrassment washed over her. In anger, she yanked her hand
from his grasp and
hissed, “What is this? How dare you disrespect me on my turf? You know I could always
get my brothers
to beat you up right now.”
He paused in surprise. Realizing she had misunderstood his intention, he explained
helplessly, “What on
earth are you thinking? I’ve kept my gift for you in this suite. That’s all.”
Her eyes widened, her blush deepening as she pressed her lips together.
“Well, I can tackle a few men on my own, but I would much rather make a good impression
on your
brothers. I wouldn’t dream of doing anything untoward,” he added.
He leaned toward her with desire in his eyes and teased, “Even if I did have any such
intentions, I would
have taken you to my place instead.”
“Ugh, I would never ever go back to that family of yours! They’re unbearable!” Feeling
embarrassed, she
looked away from him.
“Seaview Manor was never my home, Lyse. I don’t have a home,” he admitted with a
hoarse voice and a
somber expression.
His words stung her, leaving her momentarily speechless.
“I’ll only have a home if I’m with you. If we can’t be together, I would rather be in exile for
the rest of my
life,” he added, his eyes brimming with sincerity.
She met his gaze, but her response was slow, as if she were numbed by the weight of
their shared history.
He had rushed the conversation. However much he yearned to get back with her, he
shouldn’t have
broached the subject right away.
“You served in the military, didn’t you? You joined the Peacekeeping Forces,” she suddenly
inquired.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had a sinking feeling. Before he could respond, she sharply interrupted, “You led a
nomadic life during
those years, but don’t forget why you did it. You didn’t join the military because of me.”
She could never overlook that pain. Panicking, Jasper felt his words stuck in his throat.
At that moment, the door unexpectedly swung open, surprising them both and relieving
the tension.
“Mr. Beckett! Madam! It’s you.”
Xavier stood there with a satisfied smile and explained, “I heard your voices from inside. I
opened the
door to check on you since you’ve been out here for quite a while.”
Alyssa and Jasper looked dumbfounded. Xavier began to sweat as he realized something
was amiss.
Stammering, he said, “Uh, d-did I interrupt something?”
“It’s fine,” she replied coldly, and she walked into the suite. A pale-faced Jasper followed
suit.
Xavier attempted to enter the suite with them, but Jasper swiftly closed the door in his
face. Just before
shutting it completely, Jasper instructed him through the crack, “Stand guard.”
Xavier immediately stood at attention and answered, “Roger that, Mr. Beckett!”
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