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, âThis is a manâs bedroom⦠Jamesonâs room?â 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.
âJameson,â Alyssa called out to him. He cast a gentle glance and said, âLyse, youâre up. How are you feeling?â
âJameson,â Alyssa began.
âLyse, didnât we agree on âJimmyâ from now on?â he teased. He busied himself around the kitchen like a dutiful spouse.
âYou werenât feeling well last night and fainted. I think it might have been a combination of low blood sugar and some moodiness. Donât worry-although you slept in my room, I didnât lay a hand on you.â
âI know,â she replied, rubbing her forehead in exhaustion. She wasnât 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.
âBreakfast 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.
âItâs okay. Iâm not hungry. Thank you for the offer, though, she responded. After spending the night in a strangerâs home, she already felt uneasy. Having breakfast together was out of the question.
She wasnât an easy woman.
âThanks for your hospitality. I need to go home because I have something to do.â Alyssa thanked him and pressed her lips awkwardly. She headed to the entrance.
Feeling his chest tighten, Jameson hurried after her. âLyse, did I upset you in some way?â
âNo. Iâm simply not used to staying the night at some random manâs place, not to mention having breakfast together. Thatâs not my style,â she explained flatly with a forced smile.
Her words stung him, and he clenched his fists.
Jameson pondered silently, âWhy had she allowed Jasper to hug her but declined to have breakfast with me?â
He couldnât 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?
Alyssaâs phone rang, interrupting their conversation. She saw the call from Jonah and answered, âHey, Jonah.â