Alyssa stopped teasing Cyrus and adopted a serious expression.â Cyrus, has the phone been repaired?â
âThe repair was challenging, but my colleagues in the technical department are professionals.â
Cyrus turned to Jasper. âMr. Beckett, weâll need your statement later.â
âSure, I came here to cooperate with your investigation.â
Jasperâs eyes softly lingered on Alyssaâs profile, unable to pull away.
Alyssa wasnât oblivious to his gaze. She pursed her rosy l*ps subtly, deliberately avoiding his intense stare.
Then, the trio entered the police station. Even though it was night, the sight of Alyssa and Jasper walking in together drew astonished glances from the officers.
They were an outstanding pair, and it was hard to find a couple like them. It didnât seem right that they werenât married.
In the interrogation room, Cyrus brought forward the repaired phone.
Alyssaâs long lashes trembled slightly as she gently picked up the phone with the broken screen.
On the lit screen was a photo of Nina with her grandmother in their hometown. Nina was holding a cute yellow and white puppy in her arms, and they were all smiling happily.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound echoed in Alyssaâs head, and a searing. pain spread through her limbs and bones. It was so painful that her whole b*dy trembled. She instinctively covered her ears with her hands.
She closed her eyes, but she couldnât stop the tears streaming down. her face.
âLyse! Are you okay? Do you need to rest for a while?â
Cyrus knew Alyssa hadnât fully recovered from the trauma. Seeing the phone must have made her recall the events of that night. It had undoubtedly affected her deeply.
He quickly stood up, intending to go around the table to comfort her.
However, at that moment, he watched as Jasper suddenly turned and opened his arms, encircling Alyssaâs shoulders. He firmly grasped the back of her neck and gently placed her forehead on his broad shoulder.
âTake a deep breath. Listen to me. Deep breathâ¦â
He guided her with his soft voice while gently patting her quivering back.
Alyssa kept her eyes tightly closed and her fists clenched. In his embrace, she shook and gasped for breath. It was a sight that would tug at anyoneâs heartstrings.
Cyrus watched their interaction without intervening. He just let out a faint sigh. Whether he liked it or not, if it hadnât been for Jasper, he really wouldnât know how to calm Lyse down.
There seemed to be an inseparable bond between the two.
But if Jasperâs way could help Alyssa feel a little better, Cyrus was willing to give the bastard a chance.
After a while, Alyssa gradually calmed down. Realizing that she was leaning on Jasper, she felt flustered and confused. She quickly pushed him away.
Jasper froze for a moment and blinked.
âThank you,â Alyssa murmured without daring to look at him.
âYouâre welcome,â he replied softly.
She noticed that Jasperâs suit had gotten wet from her tears. Feeling guilty, she hurriedly reached out and briskly wiped his shoulder a couple of times.
Jasper didnât know how to react.
âAhem⦠Before you leave, give me your suit. Iâll find someone to dry clean it and have it sent back to you.â
âWhy do you want to clean it?â
Jasper narrowed his eyes, smiling brightly. His smile pierced her heart. âThereâs no need to wash it. Itâs fine just like this.â