Chapter 651

Alyssa hummed a tune and headed for the event hall, knowing that Brie was done for good. That

put her in a great mood.

Given her understanding of Josh—no, her understanding of men in general—their egos often got

the better of them. Now that Brie had disgraced Josh, she had landed herself in hot water.

Alyssa believed Brie deserved everything that had happened for bullying Lauren.

"Lyse." Suddenly, she heard a low and affectionate voice calling out from behind. Her heart skipped

a beat, and she clenched her fists.

No other man could make her flustered except for Jasper, the man whom she loved and suffered

for.

She inhaled deeply and calmed herself before turning around coldly. He stood a few steps away

with an exquisite gift box in his hand. He marched up to her with a regal air about him.

"I'm here," he said to her tenderly.

Alyssa replied flatly, "Okay."

He pursed his lips and looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. I wanted to come early and lend you a hand,

but I still ... got late.”

Jasper, who was always haughty, looked humble in front of Alyssa

She scoffed. "Why would we need an outsider to help with a family event?”

Glancing around, she asked, "Where's Grandpa? Didn't he come with you?"

"He's chatting with Mr. Taylor in the reception,” Jasper replied.

"Fine. I'll go greet him. Make yourself at home," she said, her voice devoid of any emotion, and she

turned to leave.

"Lyse!"” Feeling anxious, he grabbed her hand and tightened his grip.

"Why are you pulling and pushing around? People might gossip. Let go!" She struggled to free

herself and blushed.

"No one's around. It's just us,” he whispered, breathing heavily and looking at her.

Pulling her into a hug, he confessed, "I'm an opportunist. I won't miss a chance. If there isn't one, I'll

create it."

Since Alyssa was wearing a pair of high heels, she lost her balance between all the shoving and

tugging. She gasped as she fell on his chest.

His eyes widened. He was holding the gift box in his left hand, leaving him with no choice but to

catch her with his right arm.

"Ugh—" Alyssa gasped as her chest hit against his inner arm. He held his breath as well when he

sensed her breasts pressing against his skin. His thoughts were momentarily clouded by desire.

In fact, he was already picturing it in his head. His mind went blank, and his breath grew hot. There

was a carnal look in his eyes.

"Lyse, you have ... a great body,” he murmured, turning his face aside and whispering into her ear.

Every word sent shivers down her spine. She was enveloped by his warmth.

"You—You—" Glaring at him, she pushed him away and slapped him across the face.

Her voice was laced with anger as she berated him, "You filthy pervert! You're asking for it!"

Her slap was nothing but a minor scratch for him. Rather than anger, he felt thirsty and dazed, like

he had too much to drink.