However, Landon obediently stumbled backward after Alyssa shot him a death glare, like one of Cleopatraâs many male lovers.
Xavier swiftly went up to her and said, âM-Madam-â
âMadam? What?â Alyssa frowned.
âUh, Ms. Alyssa, Mr. Beckett switched hospitals because he didnât want you to worry about his injuries.
He wanted you to focus on your recovery,â Xavier muttered meekly.
Xavier felt nervous every time he had to face Alyssa, who had grown assertive and abrasive. She had become the complete opposite of her past acquiescent self.
âHeâs overthinking, then. I am not going to worry about him,â replied Alyssa with a snicker and a lift of the brow.
âBut you wouldnât have quickly located him if you werenât worried about him, right?â Xavier bit the bullet and retorted.
âYou-â She glared at him.
Jasper secretly grinned as he rested against the headboard.
Xavier might be a little slow and clumsy and didnât always do his job right. However, he had redeemed himself and pleased Jasper with his words just now.
Jasper secretly decided to increase Xavierâs bonus pay.
âLeave, all of you,â Alyssa instructed coldly.
Sean mumbled with a troubled expression, âBut Ms. Alyssa-â
She promptly cut him off, âYou too, Sean.â
Nobody dared defy Alyssaâs orders. Landon, Xavier, and Sean shuffled out of the room with their heads hung low.
When the door closed, Alyssa marched up to Jasper. Her face was a mix of anger and concern.
She began, âlooked at your patient records. Youâve got a serious concussion. If youâd waited just one more minute for treatment, you could have risked a hemorrhage and your life.â
âBut I got help on time. And Iâm still alive,â he replied calmly with a hint of nasal voice.
Jasper then cast a tender and heavy look at her. âDonât forget, Iâve served in wars. I endured all sorts of suffering and injuries. This is nothing.â
His intense gaze burned into her, triggering memories of their time together on the Luminara battlefields.
Despite her composed demeanor, those memories tugged at her heartstrings. Her palms grew sweaty, and her breaths became ragged.
âIâm thankful to you for saving my life, but you donât have to handle everything on your own. Just let me know if youâre hurt, and Iâll get you help. Why hide it from me?â She looked squarely at him and said shakily.
âXavier just explained the reason,â Jasper answered coolly. He seemed nonchalant about his injuries.
âYouâre hurt on your back, arenât you? Take off your clothes and turn around,â she instructed, her tone cold and authoritative, ignoring the meaning behind his words just now. âHurry up! Whatâs with the dilly-
dallying? Scared Iâd take advantage of you?â
He smiled bitterly at her. âOf course not. You would have taken advantage of me three years ago if youâd wanted.â
âWell, I had the intention, but you never gave me a chance. You avoided me like the plagueâ¦â She trailed off when she realized her words had come out wrong. An embarrassed blush crept onto her face.
Jasper was taken aback by the slip of her tongue. A heavy sense of guilt washed over him. The awkward tension in the room grew palpable once more.
He silently unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing his bare, muscular top with attention-catching scars all over.
That wasnât the first time Alyssa had seen him half-naked, but she still found herself admiring his toned physique. Swallowing hard, she ordered with an icy tone, âLie face down.â