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“Why him and not me? Do you genuinely believe only Jeremy Walsh could protect you?” he pressed, his voice taut with tension.
She leaned backward out of shock. “No, that’s not the case. I don’t want you to be hurt. Why would you insist on taking the blow for me? You shouldn’t ever consider that, even if it were to save me.”
A warmth enveloped Jameson, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a while. Gazing at her tenderly, he asked.” Lyse, you care about me, don’t you?”
Alyssa felt shaken. Jeremy had often posed the same question after their divorce. Every time, she’d chastise and mock him harshly. Despite that, she still felt a pang of pain deep in her heart when he asked that question.
In contrast, she felt nothing when Jameson did the same, which was totally fine. It further proved that
Jeremy meant more to her than Jameson.
“Well, I just thought you might not be able to save me. I mean, you won’t be rescuing a damsel in distress. You’ll just be adding to my troubles,” Alyssa made up an excuse.
She added, “Jeremy has a different physique. He’s stronger than the average guy. He stands a better chance of surviving the surgery. I might not have been successful in saving you if you were injured, and I’d be burdened with guilt for the rest of my life.”
Jameson frowned, his heart sinking.
“Oh, by the way, welcome to Belbanks! Can I treat you to dinner tonight?” Alyssa extended an invitation with a smile, not wanting his trip to Belbanks to be in vain.
“Lyse, come with me to Solana City. We’ll have dinner there,” he said, his eyes suddenly brightening. “I’ll also bring you to a place you’ll love.”
After some consideration, she nodded. She wasn’t particularly keen on the place Jameson had in mind. In fact, she planned to return to Solana City to meet with Cyrus as they were investigating the assailant behind the attack on Lyla.
Since Alyssa insisted on treating Jameson to dinner, he accepted the offer and took her to the restaurant where they had first dined.
The atmosphere was light and cheerful, but Alyssa appeared troubled due to the issues on her mind.
“Have you you not resolved Madam Lyla’s issue?” Jameson wondered with concern as he took a sip of tea.
“The attacker is still at the police station. He confessed to the crime,” she replied in a low voice, gripping her cup indignantly.
“Does the police know where to look into?”
His sudden question gave her an idea, and she asked, “Judging from your question, I wonder if you have any thoughts on this.”
He smiled and quickly tapped on his phone.
A notification sounded on her phone. Jameson had sent her photos of the attacker and his background
Jameson explained while pouring her some tea, “This guy used to work on-site for TS Network 20 years ago. He later became a stuntman. But a few years ago, he suffered a left leg fracture in a filming incident
“Jimmy, that’s not how I see you.”
“I deeply regret arriving late, just after Jeremy. If I had been there earlier, I could have protected you, too,” he argued, his tone growing intense. Regrets gnawed at his soul.
“Wow, you totally shouldn’t! It was such a violent attack. You could have ended up with head trauma,” she said, waving her hands at him.
Each time she met his gaze, an unsettling feeling overcame her. She said, ‘Jeremy took the blow for me. You should stay out of this.”
“Why him and not me? Do you genuinely believe only Jeremy Walsh could protect you?” he pressed, his voice taut with tension.
She leaned backward out of shock. “No, that’s not the case. I don’t want you to be hurt. Why would you insist on taking the blow for me? You shouldn’t ever consider that, even if it were to save me.”
A warmth enveloped Jameson, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a while. Gazing at her tenderly, he asked, ” Lyse, you care about me, don’t you?”
Alyssa felt shaken. Jeremy had often posed the same question after their divorce. Every time, she’d chastise and mock him harshly. Despite that, she still felt a pang of pain deep in her heart when he asked that question.
In contrast, she felt nothing when Jameson did the same, which was totally fine. It further proved that Jeremy meant more to her than Jameson.
Alyssa thought Jameson’s remark made sense.
After settling the bill post-dinner, Alyssa excused herself and headed to the restroom.
In her absence, her phone buzzed on the table. Jameson, leaning forward, slid her phone over and answered a call with a cold expression.
Jeremy’s tender voice called out, “Lyse, are you free to talk now? Lyse?”
Jameson sat in silence, listening as Jeremy continued with a growing concern, ‘Lyse, where are you now? Can we meet?”
Finally, Jameson smirked and ended the call. Within moments, Jeremy called again.
This time, Jameson chuckled and blocked Jeremy’s number before returning Alyssa’s phone to its original position, 2
Alyssa returned to the table shortly after, having reapplied her lipstick, her face radiant. She said, “Thanks for waiting. Let’s go.”
Admiring her beauty, Jameson smiled and agreed, “Sure.”
Alyssa sat in the front passenger seat as Jameson drove curiosity. “Where are we going?”
her to the east side of the city. She asked with
“We’re arriving soon,” he assured her. 20 minutes later, they arrived at a newly built racecourse at
Eastbrooke.
“A racecourse?” she exclaimed, rolling down the windows and staring at the venue excitedly.
‘Do you still remember the times you sneaked into your family’s racecourse with me when we were kids? I was still living in Belbanks then. You even made me feed the horses, Jameson recalled with a warm smile.
Alyssa, recalling their childhood adventures, chirped happily, “Of course! You were such a scaredy-cat back then-you were afraid of touching the horses!”
He smiled helplessly, for she had mistaken his obsession with hygiene for cowardice
“The racecourse in Eastbrooke is our family’s property. It was completed this fall but isn’t open to the public yet,” he introduced the place to her. After parking the car, he led her into the racecourse.
To their dismay, two security guards blocked their way. “Hey, you two, stop! We don’t accept visitors because this place isn’t open for business yet.”
Alyssa, stunned, looked at Jameson with mixed emotions. Everyone working in the Schmidt Group would recognize his brothers Josh and David, but Jameson, the youngest, remained unknown. It resulted in him being denied entry.
The discrimination was infuriating even in the eyes of an outsider like Alyssa.
Jameson frowned and smiled bitterly at Alyssa. “Sorry, Lyse. It isn’t often that you hang out with me, but! let you down.”
Alyssa handled the situation gracefully, careful not to let any discomfort show on her face that might be mistaken as disdain by Jameson,
She might be feisty and blunt, but she was raised to never look down on anyone.
“It’s alright. If we’re denied entry now, we can always come back when it’s open. Let’s go,” Alyssa suggested, refusing to burden Jameson further.
In a light-hearted tone, she added, “If you ever fancy horse riding, just drop by my family’s racecourse. It’s essentially the same experience.”
As she prepared to leave, Jameson unexpectedly seized her hand, his grip tightening. With a pleading tone, he urged, “Lyse, don’t go. We need to get in today.”
Her fingers trembled as she instinctively tried to free herself, but Jameson’s grip held firm. This insistence and forcefulness was a side of him she had never witnessed before.
The security guards exchanged glances and sternly warned them, “Please leave, or we may have to handle this differently. Mr. David is hosting guests on the racecourse today, and public entry is not permitted.”
Alyssa rolled her eyes at the audacity of the guards. Jameson was more than just a member of the public.
“Is that so? What if I insist on entering?” Jameson coolly approached them and issued a challenge.
“Are you finding trouble?” A guard glared at Jameson and attempted to shove him.
Much to everyone’s surprise, the guard was swiftly thrown to the ground, yelping in pain before making contact with Jameson.
Alyssa watched on in shock as Jameson flung the guard over his shoulder and onto the floor. The guard couldn’t rise from the floor. His colleague angrily threw himself at Jameson but ended up groaning and suffering broken bones as well.
Jameson gracefully cleaned his hands with a white napkin and addressed Alyssa, “Lyse, let’s move.”
He instantly transformed into a gentleman who was totally different from the fighter just now. She was rendered speechless.
He pressed his lips and gently held her hand, guiding her as they walked along.
The guards called out to him while grimacing on the floor, “Wait a minute! Who… Who exactly are you?”
Jameson halted and chuckled. I’m a Schmidt, too.”