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At this thought, Jameson clenched his fists unwillingly and asked in a low voice, “I had you send people to monitor the Taylor family. Any news?”
Carl slapped his forehead and hastily reported, “We found out that Ms. Alyssa seems to have escaped from Heightsnew Villa. Mr. Taylor had mobilized people to find her, but so far, they haven’t found her.”
“What? Lyse ran away from home? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Jameson’s pupils constricted as he anxiously leaned forward.
“P-Please calm down, Mr. Schmidt. The Taylor family’s security measures have always been stringent.
Our people had to squat there day and night without sleep to get this information.” Carl’s heart clenched from nervousness.
Restless, Jameson took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This Lyse… I remember she used to climb walls and trees as a child. She would do anything to sneak out and play.
“I never thought she would still be so mischievous as an adult. Winston is really strange. He knew his daughter was stubborn and wouldn’t yield easily. How could he confine her like this? It’s no different from imprisoning a bird in a cage.” “I wonder how Ms. Alyssa is doing now. But she’s smart and resourceful. I’m sure no one would dare to bully her.”
“How could Jonah and the others allow their most beloved sister to wander outside? Even if Winston can’t find her, those men from the Taylor family would¡ª”
Jameson put his glasses back on. Before he finished his sentence, his eyes, which were looking out of the window, widened. He shouted, “Stop the car!”
Carl slammed the brakes. His forehead was covered in sweat.
Jameson pressed his palm against the car window. His anxious and rapid breath left a white mist on the glass, yet it failed to obscure the prominent figures reflected deeply in his eyes.
Across the road, in front of a hotdog stall, an intimate couple stood shoulder-to-shoulder, eating happily.
As they ate, they made eye contact and smiled at each other.
It was Alyssa and Jeremy!
It was hard to imagine the proud and noble billionaire Jeremy Walsh indulging in street food at night, all in the name of love. His typical diet of refined carbohydrates had been replaced with hearty suppers.
His mouth even bore traces of grease from the fried foods Alyssa had given him.
Any sane person would be astounded by this sight!
“Does it taste good?” Alyssa was beaming widely. She gently wiped Jeremy’s mouth with a napkin.
Jeremy pecked her on the lips the moment his mouth was wiped clean. “It tastes wonderful. Any meal I share with you is delicious.”
His voice rang out loud, making Alyssa blush shyly. Even the old woman sitting across from them chuckled upon hearing Jeremy’s words.
Jeremy and Alyssa appeared nothing short of a match made in heaven. They were so in love with one another. Who wouldn’t be delighted at the sight?
“Tsk! It looks like you only think the food is good because you’re trying to appease me.” Alyssa pouted.
“You can just be honest if you don’t like it. I won’t bring you here next time.”
Jeremy blinked lightly and reached past Alyssa to grab two condiment bottles from the left end of the table. One was mustard, and the other was relish. He added a dash of both to the hotdog Alyssa was eating before mixing them.
“Try it out,” Jeremy urged tenderly.
Alyssa took a couple of bites of her hotdog. Then, her eyes widened at Jeremy in surprise, hands flailing happily in the air.
“Oh, my God! This is delicious! The condiments you added were so simple, yet they elevated the taste of the food! How are you so talented?” Alyssa exclaimed.
Jeremy gazed at her, his smile youthful. “Lyse, you were quite mistaken when you thought I was merely praising the food to please you. Before the Walsh family took me in, these street food stalls offered my mother and me the finest meals in the world.”
Alyssa’s heart clenched as her breath caught in her throat.
She thought she had learned so much about Jeremy’s mysterious past from Rosie. Little did she know that what she had learned was merely the tip of the iceberg.
There were likely countless unimaginable things Alyssa would never have known about Jeremy if he hadn’t personally told her about them.
Alyssa’s occasional street food switch-up was Jeremy’s entire childhood.
“I always grew hungry after helping my mother out as a child. She would then bring me to get some hotdogs.” Jeremy slowly turned the plastic cup in his hands, reminiscing old memories. “My mother would only order one hotdog to save money. She would make sure I get the biggest sausage.
“Because she worried the hotdog would be too plain, she would add some condiments. My favorite became mustard and relish. I loved the spicy, tangy kick to it. When I grew older, I added the same to my hotdogs whenever I had the chance to eat some.
“But I now no longer have the chance to enjoy the taste of my childhood anymore.”
The silence that followed was heartbreaking.
Jeremy then returned to his senses and shot Alyssa an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Lyse. Jeez, why did I bring all that up? It ruined the mood.”
The moment he finished speaking, Alyssa cupped his cheeks and kissed him tearfully.
Jeremy’s eyes widened slightly as a jolt ran through his entire being. He wrapped a warm hand around
Alyssa’s nape and deepened their kiss uncontrollably.
The stall owner turned around to clear some dishes. She didn’t want to intrude on such an intimate moment.
Meanwhile, Jameson bore witness to this tender kiss between Alyssa and Jeremy. His heart and body felt like they were being ripped to shreds. Pain and anguish filled his chest.
Carl sullenly sighed upon seeing the same thing Jameson saw.
One could attain anything through effort and calculation, except for love.
Jameson had given Alyssa his all and tried his best, yet Alyssa still returned to Jeremy without a shred of care.
What a waste of effort!
Alyssa gently withdrew her lips from Jeremy’s, a spark of desire in her eyes. Her voice was somewhat strained. “You’ve… suffered a lot, Jeremy. It’s a good thing that the past is behind us now. From now on, only good times await us.”
“Every single day spent with you by my side makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world.” Jeremy hugged Alyssa tightly, hope for their future apparent in his eyes.
Jeremy wasn’t good at romance or sweet-talking. But he was willing to learn it for Lyse.
Alyssa rested against his chest. She sniffled as she listened to Jeremy’s heartbeat.
“Are you crying, Lyse?” Jeremy asked, surprised.
“It’s all your fault,” Alyssa grumbled, nuzzling into his chest.
Jeremy’s heart trembled. “What is it? Are you feeling sad for me?”
Alyssa was too shy to respond, though the tears in her eyes sufficed as an answer.
“What are you crying for, silly? I never fear trouble. In fact, I enjoy it¡ªwhat doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”
Jeremy wasn’t sure what emotion he was feeling. He felt guilty yet overjoyed at the same time for
Alyssa’s love. “Do you know how grateful I am that I didn’t die when I was a child nor when I was in the military in Luminara, Lyse? How else would I have had the chance to love you?”
The cool night wind blew against Alyssa and Jeremy as a cozy atmosphere settled around them.
Neither noticed the car waiting across the road from them nor the person inside who had been watching them for some time.
“It’s late, Mr. Schmidt. Why don’t we go back?” asked Carl tentatively.
Jameson felt empty inside. He leaned back in the car seat, closed his eyes, and took off his glasses.
What followed was a loud snap.
“Mr. Schmidt?” Carl looked over in shock.
Jameson had shattered his glasses, his hand still balled into a fist. The glass shards had pierced into his skin, making blood flow out and drip down.
Carl was shocked to his core.
Jameson had had this pair of glasses ever since Carl started working for him. Yet, Jameson broke them without a second thought. One could see how deeply pained he was!
“You said Winston Taylor didn’t know Lyse’s whereabouts, right? Hmm… He’s about to get it.”
With that, Jameson slowly opened his eyes and called Winston’s number.
The next day, Josh walked out of the Investigative Bureau, drained. He had undergone what felt like ages of interrogation prior.