Chapter 605

Feeling touched, Alyssa kneeled in front of Lily on one knee and flashed a brilliant smile. "Don’t

worry! I'll be a good friend to Jimmy."

Jameson took off his jacket and strode to the kitchen in his white shirt and gray vest. Alyssa, though

a guest, felt uneasy about having him cook for her. Hence, she followed him into the kitchen.

"I'll lend you a hand. You don't even have a chef. It would take ages to prepare the dishes,” Alyssa

softly suggested, her eyes fixed on the exquisite ingredients laid out on the table. She couldn't resist

the urge to start cooking herself and began rolling up her sleeves.

"No worries. Everything's ready to go. The seafood dishes will be ready in no time,” Jameson

reassured her, a concerned look in his eyes.

"Lyse, I remember you're allergic to smoke. It's quite oily and smoky in the kitchen. Why don't you

join my mom in the living room for a chat instead?”

A surprised expression crossed her face as she tensed up. She stammered, "H-How did you know

about my allergy?"

"Remember when Uncle Winston brought you to our house and Josh insisted on having grilled

meat? So the maids set up a barbecue in the backyard.” Jameson fondly recalled, a chuckle escaping

him.

"When the smoke wafted over, Uncle Winston quickly whisked you away, mentioning your allergy. I

can still picture the way he tensed up, like he was in the midst of a battle. He even scolded my dad

over it," Jameson reminisced.

"You mean the world to your dad, Lyse."

Alyssa stared at him blankly with bitterness that turned into tears. Despite her best efforts, her eyes

brimmed with tears.

She had played a dutiful wife to Jasper for three years, but he had never known she was allergic to

smoke. In contrast, Jameson remembered the small detail from a decade ago.

"It's alright. I'll help you,” she replied, standing by his side in front of the sink. She lowered her head

and deftly prepared the fresh ingredients.

A glint sparkled in Jameson's eyes, and he swallowed as he took a step toward her. He mumbled,

"Thank you, Lyse."

"I should be the one thanking you for the dinner invitation.”

"No, it's not about the dinner," he croaked.

"You've probably noticed my mom's condition. Her memories are fading fast. Sometimes, she

doesn't even recognize me. She still thinks I'm an eight-year-old."

"I understand. That's one of the symptoms of Alzheimer's," Alyssa said with a sigh.

"I'm grateful that you're willing to bring some joy to her with me,” Jameson said. Their eyes met,

and their foreheads gently touched. They both seemed surprised and soon broke into laughter.

The villa was filled with warmth and merriment, a stark contrast to the wintry climate and

unforgiving wind outside.

Standing by the villa like a statue, Jasper gazed longingly at the cozy lights within. He had lost track

of how long he had been standing there. In truth, he wasn't sure how much longer he could stay

there.

Only one thought occupied his mind—he would wait for Alyssa to come out and meet him. She

would come out to see him somehow, wouldn't she?

All of a sudden, he felt a chill on his face that spread through his body. He slowly raised his head

and observed snowflakes drifting onto his pale face with his bloodshot eyes.

It was snowing—the first snow in Solana City.

He would love to spend many more winters in his life with Alyssa. He so wished to experience the

first snow with her.

His breath condensed into a misty cloud as he shakily took his phone and dialed her number.