Chapter 559

"A family member I know is celebrating her birthday soon. I'd like Sharon to design a dress as a gift

to that family,” Jasper responded with a hint of discretion in his voice.

He was keeping his surprise gift for Lyla a secret from Alyssa.

Despite his good intentions, Alyssa took it the wrong way. She smirked at him and said, "Oh, right. I

forgot that Her Royal Highness Mrs. Beckett is celebrating her birthday this weekend. I assume

you're trying to win your dad's favor by sending her a gift. How considerate of you."

"Alyssa Taylor," he warned her with a frown. He didn't mind a bit of teasing, but he didn't want to be

misunderstood.

"When you contact Sharon, please don't mention that the dress is a birthday gift for Sophia

Kirkman. I'm worried she might give you a good scolding," Alyssa retorted and angrily turned her

back to him.

Then, she added, "Are you finished? If you are, please leave. You're distracting me while I'm working

—Ouch!" In a moment of distraction, she accidentally pricked her finger with a needle and gasped

in pain.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He marched up to her and worriedly held her hand. A drop of blood

appeared on her fingertip.

He furrowed his brows and felt the pain as though he was the injured. He commented, "That must

have hurt."

"Let go," she told him and struggled to free her hand, but she failed. More blood started oozing out

from the wound like a blooming rose. Tears welled up in his eyes, and suddenly, he gathered

courage and put her finger into his mouth.

"You—" Her pupils shifted uneasily as her heart raced. She felt her index finger wrapped in a damp

but warm sensation.

When he sucked on her finger, she felt a jolt of electricity swiftly spreading through her body.

Slowly, her breathing grew uneven, and her fingers started trembling in his warm mouth.

Feeling her quiver, he narrowed his eyes and gently sucked on her finger rhythmically. As their

gazes locked, her body went limp, and her mind drifted into a hazy reverie.

His passionate eyes reflected the same intense gaze he had given her on that moonlit, drizzling

night at the mountain. They didn't even cross a line, but it felt that they had reached a home run.

His breathing quickened, and the temperature around them rose.

"That's enough!" She panicked, raising her voice and hastily withdrawing her hand from his grasp.

She stumbled backward, only to find herself pulled into a hug.

There was an alarmed look in her eyes. She gasped, "Jasper, what do you want to do to me?”

His heart raced as he stared into her eyes. Their bodies pressed against each other, close enough to

feel each other's heartbeat and warmth.

"Alyssa, I want to kiss you," he admitted honestly, his eyes filled with lust.

She felt her heart skipped a beat. Gritting her teeth, she spat, "Dream on—"

He sealed her mouth with a kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth and silencing her. They

fell deeper and deeper into the kiss ...