Chapter 871

Chapter 871

The frame slipped from Alyssa’s hand, crashing onto the ground and shattering into pieces. Shards

scattered in all directions, cutting her ankle, and a few drops of blood oozed from the tiny cut.

"Why are you here?” Jaspers low voice pierced the air, causing her to tremble.

Without turning around, she coldly replied, “Sorry to disturb you. I'll leave soon.”

Jasper stared at her figure, draped in his shirt beneath the soft, warm light. Her curves were vaguely

visible under the oversized shirt, a charming sight that tempted him to pull her into an embrace.

He swallowed hard. His throat was dry.

Just moments ago, he woke up drenched in sweat, reflexively reaching for Alyssa, only to find the

bed empty. He felt relief, spotting her clothes and heels on the ground, knowing she was

somewhere in the

villa. He got out of bed to look for her.

The memories of their kisses and the collision of bodies lingered in his mind and heart, but he was

unsure

how things unfolded.

Did he force himself on her? Or did he somehow hurt her, making her defenseless against his

advances?

Gripped by guilt, he approached her emotionally. Suddenly, she spun around and walked past him.

He

quickly held her by the wrist, pleading, “Please don’t go.”

“You have no right to tell me what to do.”

He pulled her into a hug, reminding her, “We slept together.”

Staring deep into her emotionless eyes, he said firmly, “Alyssa Taylor, we slept with each other. Don't

you

have anything to say to me?”

“No,” she replied curtly and dodged his gaze.

Word for word, she said, “Let go.”

"Alyssa, I don't take such matters lightly. We're divorced, but I'll take responsibility for last night,”

he

stated sincerely, tightening his grip on her wrist.

“It's just a one-night stand between adults. You don't have to take responsibility for me. I am solely

responsible for my decision,” she snickered, shaking his hand off.

With mockery, she added, “Mr. Beckett, you need to be cautious when you're out and about. Better

not fali

into another trap again.”

"Alyssa Taylor!” he hissed, feeling stung by her remark.

He held her more tightly, prompting her to yell, “Don’t touch me! Get lost!”

Curling her fists, she punched him on his bare chest in a teary and furious voice

He felt shocked and bad to see her cry, wondering if he was the reason behind it.

Ignoring her tantrum, he hugged her tightly, even as Alyssa failed to notice her own tears. She

couldn't

fathom why she would cry.

Did she cry because she slept with Jasper or because he kept mementos of Liana? Clearly, the latter

was

more heartbreaking.

No matter how much she struggled, Jasper refused to let her go.