Chapter 609

Chapter 609

The next morning, Alyssa woke up groggily, still disoriented.

Her eyes suddenly fluttered open, and she bolted upright in bed. She found herself in a

monochromatic

the scent of incense wafting through the air, making her feel relaxed.

room,

“This is a man's bedroom... Jameson's room?” Alyssa gasped, her head throbbing as if she had been

struck in the head.

The only thing she recalled from last night was the fight with Jasper. After that, her memory

blanked.

Heart racing, she quickly left the room.

In the kitchen downstairs, Jameson was making breakfast for Alyssa. He was wearing a white shirt

with

his sleeves rolled up.

He was bathed in the morning sunlight that cast a gentle, almost ethereal glow over his features.

He

looked like a soft painting.

Jameson frequently cooked, but he never bothered with an apron as he never wore the same outfit

twice.

“Jameson,” Alyssa called out to him. He cast a gentle glance and said, “Lyse, you're up. How are you

feeling?”

“Jameson,” Alyssa began.

“Lyse, didn't we agree on “Jimmy’ from now on?” he teased. He busied himself around the kitchen

like a

dutiful spouse.

"You weren't feeling well last night and fainted. I think it might have been a combination of low

blood sugar and some moodiness. Don't worry-although you slept in my room, I didn't lay a hand

on you.”

“I know,” she replied, rubbing her forehead in exhaustion. She wasn't some inexperienced young

lady.

She had no idea about her low blood sugar, but one thing was for sure-she had been upset last

night. Her past traumas had a way of triggering painful reactions, putting her in agony each time.

She was quite surprised that she had fainted from the psychological reaction. Jasper Beckett was

indeed

a curse.

“Breakfast is ready. Come, Lyse, Jameson coaxed her gently as he set the table. They almost looked

like newlyweds, with Jameson playing the part of a devoted husband preparing breakfast for his

still-sleepy

wife.

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“It's okay. I'm not hungry. Thank you for the offer, though, she responded. After spending the night

in a stranger's home, she already felt uneasy. Having breakfast together was out of the question.

She wasn't an easy woman.

“Thanks for your hospitality. I need to go home because I have something to do.” Alyssa thanked

him and pressed her lips awkwardly. She headed to the entrance.

Feeling his chest tighten, Jameson hurried after her. “Lyse, did I upset you in some way?"

“No. I'm simply not used to staying the night at some random man's place, not to mention having

breakfast together. That's not my style,” she explained flatly with a forced smile.

Her words stung him, and he clenched his fists.

Jameson pondered silently, “Why had she allowed Jasper to hug her but declined to have breakfast

with

me?”

He couldn’t help but wonder what might have unfolded had he not intervened in time last night.

Would Alyssa and Jasper have kissed? Would she have invited Jasper Beckett to spend the night at

her villa?

Alyssa“s phone rang, interrupting their conversation. She saw the call from Jonah and answered,

"Hey,

Jonah.”