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A hint of of sadness-briefly crossed his eyes as he gently caressed Lily on the back. “Even if everyone ignores me, Lyse will stay by me.”
“Good. That’s good. Lyse, you have to visit Jimmy often and play with him!” Lily said, looking at Alyssa as if she were the same young girl from 15 years ago.
Alyssa responded courteously, “Thank you, Mrs. Schmidt,”
Feeling touched, Alyssa kneeled in front of Lily on one knee and flashed a brilliant smile. “Don’t worry! I’ll be a good friend to Jimmy.”
Jameson took off his jacket and strode to the kitchen in his white shirt and gray vest. Alyssa, though a guest, felt uneasy about having him cook for her. Hence, she followed him into the kitchen.
‘I’ll lend you a hand. You don’t even have a chef. It would take ages to prepare the dishes,” Alyssa softly.
suggested, her eyes fixed on the exquisite ingredients laid out on the table. She couldn’t resist the urge to start cooking herself and began rolling up her sleeves.
“No worries. Everything’s ready to go. The seafood dishes will be ready in no time, Jameson reassured her, a concerned look in his eyes.
“Lyse, I remember you’re allergic to smoke. It’s quite oily and smoky in the kitchen. Why don’t you join my mom in the living room for a chat instead?”
A surprised expression crossed her face as she tensed up. She stammered, “H-How did you know about my allergy?”
“Remember when Uncle Winston brought you to our house and Josh insisted on having grilled meat? So the maids set up a barbecue in the backyard.” Jameson fondly recalled, a chuckle escaping him.
“When the smoke wafted over, Uncle Winston quickly whisked you away, mentioning your allergy. I can still picture the way he tensed up, like he was in the midst of a battle. He even scolded my dad over it,”
Jameson reminisced.
“You mean the world to your dad, Lyse.”
Alyssa stared at him blankly with bitterness that turned into tears. Despite her best efforts, her eyes.
brimmed with tears.
She had played a dutiful wife to Jeremy for three years, but he had never known she was allergic to smoke. In contrast, Jameson remembered the small detail from a decade ago.
“It’s alright. I’ll help you,” she replied, standing by his side in front of the sink. She lowered her head and deftly prepared the fresh ingredients.
A glint sparkled in Jameson’s eyes, and he swallowed as he took a step toward her. He mumbled, “Thank you, Lyse.”
“I should be the one thanking you for the dinner invitation.”
“No, it’s not about the dinner,” he croaked.
“You’ve probably noticed my mom’s condition. Her memories are fading fast. Sometimes, she doesn’t even recognize me. She still thinks I’m an eight-year-old.”
“I understand. That’s one of the symptoms of Alzheimer’s,” Alyssa said with a sigh.
“I’m grateful that you’re willing to bring some joy to her with me,” Jameson said. Their eyes met, and their foreheads gently touched. They both seemed surprised and soon broke into laughter.
The villa was filled with warmth and merriment, a stark contrast to the wintry climate and unforgiving wind outside.
Standing by the villa like a statue, Jeremy gazed longingly at the cozy lights within. He had lost track of how long he had been standing there. In truth, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay there.
Only one thought occupied his mind-he would wait for Alyssa to come out and meet him. She would come out to see him somehow, wouldn’t she?
All of a sudden, he felt a chill on his face that spread through his body. He slowly raised his head and observed snowflakes drifting onto his pale face with his bloodshot eyes.
It was snowing the first snow in Solana City
He would love to spend many more winters in his life with Alyssa. He so wished to experience the first snow with her.
His breath condensed into a misty cloud as he shakily took his phone and dialed her number.
The dinner was filled with merry laughter. Jameson wanted to serve a bottle of wine from his precious collection, but Alyssa found herself sipping on juice, thanks to Lily’s insistence. Over the course of the evening, she downed various types of fruit juices.
After dinner, Claire entertained Lily in order to give Jameson and Alyssa some personal time. Jameson then took Alyssa on a tour of his villa, graciously sharing his antique collection.
They marveled at notable pieces such as Paulo Gagarin’s “Impressionist Oil Landscape Painting”, Van Gogh’s “Landscape with Snow”, a vase from the Victorian era, and many more treasures, each of which would be worth a significant amount at auction.
Alyssa stood before the table, examining the paintings with a magnifying glass. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, clearly infatuated with the items.
“Do you like them? I’ll wrap them up for you to take home if you wish,” Jameson offered with a warm smile as he rested his arm on the bed.
While she was admiring the paintings, he was admiring her beauty,
“Wrap them up for me? Each of these items is worth at least a million or more, and they’re all authentic. I can’t imagine their previous owners parting with them willingly. Why would you offer these to me?” Alyssa playfully teased.
She straightened her posture and winked at him through the magnifying glass. “Are you a collector or a seller? A true collector, like Winston, would never allow anyone to touch their collection, let alone part with it.”
He grinned, responding in a low and charming voice, “My generosity extends to only two people-you and
Uncle Winston.”
A warmth enveloped her, and she pursed her lips. Jameson was the polar opposite of Jeremy. He was a smooth-talker, whereas Jeremy wouldn’t say something nice even under duress.
“Winston is a greedy old man. If he knows you have something good, he’ll take advantage of your generosity.”
“He’s welcome to take whatever he likes. I don’t have much to offer, just a few antiques that he appreciates. Naturally, I would share them with him,” Jameson replied earnestly.
“What about you? Is there anything you would like, apart from claiming your rightful share in the Schmidt
Group?” Alyssa asked, her tone intentionally probing.
He fondly considered responding with “You,” but instead he remarked, “It’s snowing. Lyse.”
“Is it?” She radiated excitement, her eyes glittering like stars.
Snowy days held a special place in her heart. When she was a child, her mom used to take her to the backyard to enjoy the snow, clutching her hands and sliding their fingers across the layers of snow and ice.
Jameson suggested, “Let’s watch the snow.
Guiding her to the balcony, he pushed the doors open. She was captivated by the scene outside. A flurry of snowflakes danced through the e sky.
“How pretty!” she exclaimed into the night sky.
Behind her, Jameson quickly removed his jacket and draped it on her shoulders
The view is great, but we don’t want you to catch a cold.”
He gently reminded her,
The cold in her body was immediately replaced by the warmth from the jacket. When she turned to face him, she noticed his intense gaze and stuttered, “Your..
Jameson’s heart raced, and his breathing became uneven
“Your glasses are frosted. Can you still see the snow?” she asked with genuine interest. He paused and grinned, not bothering to conceal his feelings for her.
He thought, “Alyssa, did you know there was a saying in Kontina? They said that you should watch the first snow with the woman you would like to marry.”
Despite her cold hands, she looked joyful as she raised her hands to catch snowflakes.
Jameson was overcome with a sudden urge to take her hand and never let go.
Just then, her phone rang, disrupting the perfect moment. Her expression changed as she glanced at the screen.
Alyssa still held Jeremy’s name in high regard. Jameson’s eyes had a gleam when he saw his love rival calling up his crush. He called out softly, “Lyse.”
Her eyes deepened She decided to pick up. “Hello?
Jameson was filled with disappointment as well as resentment toward Jeremy.
while, Jeremy gazed at the illuminated windows from a distance, uncertain of where she was or if he would get to see her. His voice was hoarse.
“Lyse, it’s snowing. The first snow in Solana City this year.”
“Right,” she responded flatly. “So, what’s the matter?”
Jeremy was taken aback by her reaction. After a brief pause, he mustered the courage to suggest, “May I invite you to enjoy the snow tonight?”