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Alyssa's heart was still racing. She played it cool and asked, "After that... You've never tried to look for
that woman?"
"I've never stopped searching for her. But I don't even know her name or what she looks like. There's
no way for me to look for her." Jasper chuckled to himself. "I gave her a nickname—the White Dove. It
represents hope. I was able to return from the battlefield alive all because of her. That was how I began
to hope again."
Alyssa's eyes welled up again. At this point in time, she was content regardless of whether he knew of
her identity as the White Dove.
Jasper and Alyssa tidied up the kitchen and the living room. They took a bath together and changed
into a clean set of matching pajamas.
They were about to go upstairs to rest when Xavier returned.
"Welcome back, Xavier. Have you had dinner? I'll warm something up for you if you haven't eaten,"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlyssa asked in a concerned tone.
The way she spoke to him wasn't like an employer speaking to an employee at all. Instead, she acted
like his caring elder sister.
"I. I'm not hungry."
Xavier shook his head repeatedly. The look in his eyes was dark. It was rare to see him with a troubled
look on his face.
Alyssa and Jasper looked at one another. Without having to say a word, they knew what the other
person was thinking. They had a mutual understanding.
"Xavier, I haven't been sleeping well these two days. I feel like having some red wine to help me fall
asleep. Come and have a drink with me," Jasper invited casually.
Naturally, Xavier wasn't going to turn him down. "Sure, Mr. Beckett."
"I'll leave you two to drink. My back is killing me after all the cooking today." Alyssa frowned.
Jasper's eyes turned dim. He wrapped his arm around her waist and caressed her gently. He
whispered, "Is it hurting more than when we're in bed?"
"Jasper, my dear, too much action isn't good for you. Don't forget how Raphael, the painter, lost his life
at a young age."
Alyssa poked Jasper in the chest. Her cheeks blushed pink. She nudged him softly, "Alright, go and
have
a good chat with Xavier. Im going to bed."
Jasper opened a bottle of fine wine. He sat across from Xavier.
Xavier saw that Jasper was pouring wine for him. He jumped to his feet immediately as he wasn't used
to being served like that. He held his glass up with both hands.
"I'll help myself, Mr. Beckett. I don't deserve to have you pour wine for me!"
Jasper continued pouring the wine without showing any emotion on his face. "Oh, knock it off. There's
just the two of us here. There's no need for formalities."
Xavier was speechless.
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They drank in silence for a while. Then, Jasper asked, "You've gone to look for Maggie these few
days?"
Xavier froze. He answered in a low voice, "Yeah..."
"So... What are you planning to do?" Jasper went straight to the point. He was never one for beating
around the bush.
Xavier pursed his lips. A myriad of emotions came over him, and his eyes were beginning to turn red.
"Mr. Beckett, do you believe that I could develop feelings for a woman over just a few days?"
"I do."
Xavier's jaw dropped.
The Jasper he knew was someone who couldn't get a grasp on romantic relationships. Other than with
Alyssa, he was someone who always doubted other people's feelings.
"I'm such a terrible person, but even Lyse could fall in love with me at first sight. So, why would it be
impossible for you to fall for such a striking lady like Maggie?"
Jasper let out a bitter smile as he looked at him with a dim look in his eyes.
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