âHold on, Ms. Alyssa!â
The crowd of reporters swarmed around her, encircling her and bombarding her with microphones and cameras as if she had won some prestigious award.
Though they meant no harm, it was still challenging to make her way through the throng.
âMs. Alexa, do you plan to take action against Betty Beckett for stealing your companyâs confidential information? Do you plan to sue her?â
âBetty Beckettâs actions have led Ms. Ada Kingsley to terminate her contract with you. Will KS World Hotel take it up with the Beckett Group for this incident?â
âMs. Ada Kingsley has made it clear that she intends to terminate her contract with Berenike Hotel. Will you resume the contract and work with her once again?â
Alyssa had had a long day. She no longer had much strength. In fact, her gastritis was starting to act up.
again.
She winced, tears beading on her forehead as her stomach churned. Yet, she remained calm and composed on the outside.
â-â
However, before she could finish her sentence, someone ran into the crowd and wrapped their arms around her, defending her from the onslaught of reporters. Her vision blurred slightly.
When she next regained clarity, a voice said, âKS Group will be sure to answer all of your questions later. Kindly give Ms. Alyssa some space right now as sheâs feeling quite unwell. Iâm taking her to the hospital.â
Alyssa narrowed her eyes, looking up at Jameson.
She hadnât once seen him throughout the night. How would he know she was feeling unwell?
All of a sudden, the pain and anguish sheâd experienced for three years swelled up like an undercurrent.
Jasper had not once shown her care or kindness when she was unwell. Even when she was bedridden after her miscarriage, he wouldnât even get her a single glass of water when she asked.
He might not have known of her condition then, but it showed how little he cared for her if he didnât even make such a small gesture for her sake.
Love was in the details, and her love for Jasper had been whittled away for three years from the lack of it.
Did she regret it? Indeed, she had.
But she had made her decision already. There was no use blaming herself or anyone else.
Jamesonâs heart ached at the sight of Alyssa in such pain. He carefully cradled her, asking softly, âIs it bad?â
âMhm,â Alyssa breathed out weakly.
âCan you hold on until we reach the hospital?â Jameson asked worriedly.
Alyssa forced a smile. âI wonât die, thatâs for sure.â
Jameson swallowed. He had never felt like this about anyone, only Alyssa.
He only wanted to keep her safe and love her until death parted them.
âItâs okay. Iâm here. Iâll drive you.â Jameson helped her walk with an arm around her waist, nudging their way out of the crowd.
A nosy reporter shoved a mic in his face, smelling an opportunity for celebrity gossip. âMay we know who you are exactly, sir?â
Jameson quipped uninterestedly, âJameson Schmidt, son of Victor Schmidt from the Schmidt Group.â
Schmidt Group? They were just about on par with the Beckett Group in the city! Naturally, only a man like him could get so close to a woman as multi-faceted and remarkable as Alyssa Taylor!
âWhat is your relationship with Ms. Alyssa, Mr. Jameson?â
âAre you two dating?â