The caller chuckled. "Oh, what will you do, Mr. Schmidt? Your fiancée seems intent on putting you in
trouble."
"It's all worth it, even if she hates me." Jameson adjusted his glasses with an unreadable expression in
his eyes.
"When are you going to get rid of Inigo Montiye? You'll be done for if he falls into Alyssa and Jasper's
hands."
"I bought a new private jet. It'll be delivered next week," Jameson replied with a chilling smile. "I'll send
him and his sworn brothers on a trip to the afterlife with that jet."
After a brief catchup with Alyssa, Axel excused himself early, as he had to meet with Jonah and the
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Meanwhile, Alyssa looked a little messy after a day of traveling. Although she had changed into fresh
pajamas, her hair was soiled. As a clean freak, she couldn't accept it.
"Ugh! It's smelly!" She sniffed her hair in disgust. "I can't. I feel like I've just gotten out of the mud. I
need a shower."
"No, you're not smelly at all." Jasper pulled her into a hug and buried his face into her soft curls. "It
smells great."
"I don't care! I need a shower!" She snuggled against his warm embrace.
"Lyse, your fever has just gone down. Your body is at its weakest. Taking a shower will only worsen
your condition." He caressed her head and coaxed her gently, "If you feel icky, how about I wipe down
your body?"
"I don't want it! That's different from a shower!" Hugging him by the waist, she looked up and begged,
"Please let me shower. I'll do a hot shower. It'll be fine."
He stared deeply into her eyes, melting at her stare. "Gosh, I can't win. Fine. I'll get the bath ready and
turn up the heat for you."
He was about to rise when she grabbed his hand. Staring at him, she purred, "Jasper..."
His heart raced. He asked in a trembling voice, "Let's head in together?"
"Yeah."
Jasper scooped her up by the waist. Lifting her in his arms, he headed toward the bathroom.
Alyssa was naked in the hot bath, while Jasper remained fully clothed as he carefully cleaned her body
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"You cheeky thing." Bubbles sticking to his brows and hair, he speechlessly pinched her on the chin.
She wondered, "What happened? Why are you so well-behaved today?" Her body surfaced from the
water. She inched toward him until their lips nearly touched. Even her breathing was fatally seductive to
him.
She teased, "Aren't you always eager for intimacy when we meet? Since when are you celibate?"
Pain coursed through his body. In the past, he'd kill to spend every night with her. But at that moment,
he loathed himself for being a useless loser who was too good for her. He did not have the right to
touch her.
Suddenly, he addressed her in a slow and raspy voice, "Lyse, may I ask you a question? Why didn't
you tell me about the child?"