Chapter 454

Chapter 454

Jasper flinched violently.

They used to be husband and wife. Why had it come to this?

The blade didn’t need to pierce his heart for it to be riddled with pain.

“Landon was the last person to see this blade’s end. He learned his lesson, however.”

Alyssa tilted her head, a sharp glint in her eyes.

“I'm sure someone as intelligent as you wouldnt need me to shove this between your ribs for you

to know

better, no?”

“What does he have that I don't?” Jasper asked hoarsely.

Alyssa was caught by surprise. “What?”

"What does Jameson have that I don't?” Jasper asked again, slowly walking closer to her even as

the

pressure of the blades tip began increasing

It was as if he didn't care about his own life anymore.

"Stay away, Jasper!” Alyssa cried, taking meek steps backward, though her blade never left Jasper's

chest. “Do you really think I won't hurt you?”

"Why would you be with him? Is it ... Is it all just to get revenge on me?” Jaspers voice trembled,

oblivious

to the pain caused by the blade’s tip on his skin.

"Who else would I be with? You?” Alyssa scowled. “It's not like we haven't tried that. You were the

one

who ended it all.”

Alyssa always knew just what to say.

Jasper took sharp, painful breaths as he felt her words strike a chord deep within his chest, causing

his

entire being to go numb. Yet, he knew she was telling nothing but the truth..

“lyse!”

Alyssa turned to look at the source of the sound. She found Jameson standing at the other end of

the

hallway, his eyes burning with emotion.

"You're still in pain, Lyse. Let me take you to the hospital, please?” Jameson asked gently, extending

a

hand toward her.

He didn't care for the silly game Jasper was playing. He was now employing a different tactic to

show

how much he cared for Alyssa and doted on her-to show her that he was the one who loved her

the

most.

"Okay."

Alyssa tucked away her butterfly knife and strode over to Jameson, as if having made her choice

between him and Jasper.

The latter stood where he was, frozen in place as he watched Alyssa say, “Let's go, then.”

Jameson retracted his hand. “Let's.”

The two exited the hallway, walking side by side as though they were a couple, leaving Jasper alone

in the

shadows, looking utterly dejected.

Slowly, he grasped the aching center of his chest, feeling a surge of heat behind his eyes.

“I just want you to look at me, Alyssa.”

Jameson rushed to the hospital with Alyssa in tow.

She was in so much pain when they arrived that she couldn't move. Her complexion was as pale as

Snow.

Her suffering today was a result of her time as a volunteer doctor overseas, where their meals were

always inconsistent in both schedule and portion.

“I'll get a wheelchair right away!” Carl cried.

“No need.”

Jameson lifted Alyssa into his arms and carried her into the hospital.

“Shit! Ouch...” Alyssa panted weakly.

“You told me not to simply do this the last time.”

Jameson held her with such gentleness and protectiveness.

He continued, “But I have no choice right now, so... don’t be mad at me, okay?”

His secretary, Carl, was left speechless by his boss’ behavior.

When had this cold, lethal man ever been so tender and warm to women?

Carl was uncertain how Jameson's pride would ever return if Alyssa didn't marry him.

Alyssa finally got her rest after midnight. She had an IV hooked up to her arm as she slept in a

hospital

bed.

It was a rare sight, too, as she was never one to let her guard down around men she wasn't close

with. It

was even rarer for her to permit Jameson to stay by her side for the time being.