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Curling her fists, she punched him on his bare chest in a teary and furious voice.
He felt shocked and bad to see her cry, wondering if he was the reason behind it.
Ignoring her tantrum, he hugged her tightly, even as Alyssa failed to notice her own tears. She couldn’t fathom why she would cry.
Did she cry because she slept with Jeremy or because he kept mementos of Liana? Clearly, the latter was more heartbreaking.
No matter how much she struggled, Jeremy refused to let her go.
Jeremy insisted, “I will take responsibility for you. I will.”
“I don’t need you to do that. Just let go of me,” Alyssa snapped, her warm tears drenching his shoulders.”
Jeremy Walsh, I hate you so. Don’t touch me!”
“I won’t touch any woman except for you,” Jeremy said in a shaky voice.
“If you wanted to take responsibility for me, why did you divorce me? Why didn’t you take responsibility for me when we did it the first time?”
“What?” Jeremy was taken aback and puzzled.
“You pushed me away when you should have taken responsibility for me, but you keep bugging me when I don’t need you to,” she seethed and bit hard on his arm when he was distracted.
She so wished she could tear him into pieces.
Feeling the pain, Jeremy finally released her. She broke free of his arms and escaped from the study, leaving him frozen in shock as he replayed her words just now.
His chest tightened when he recalled the pristine bedsheet. Knowing that Alyssa was a conservative woman, she had not slept with him during their three years of marriage and should have remained a virgin at the time of divorce.
Last night was their first time sleeping with each other, but there was no blood stain on the sheet.
“Why didn’t you take responsibility for me when we did it the first time?”
Her words made sense now. He looked shell-shocked as he pondered the possibility of them having slept together when they were married.
Why did he not recall it at all?
He stood stiffly and went blank. Finally, he mustered up some strength to press a hand on his chest. It was at that moment he noticed the shattered glass on the ground.
He approached the shards and crouched. He saw the broken frame and the photo of him with Liana from high school.
Gripped by a wave of dizziness, he finally understood Alyssa’s reaction.
Alyssa rushed back to Jeremy’s bedroom, put on her clothes, and left the villa as soon as she could.
On her way home, she sped down the road with messy thoughts and tears on her face.
She was involved in a minor car crash when she entered the city area. The hood of her limited edition luxury sports car was completely destroyed.
The owner of the Mercedes-Benz felt relieved as Alyssa would pay for the damages since she was the one who rammed into the back of his car.
If their roles were reversed, he bet he couldn’t afford to pay for the damages to Alyssa’s La Voiture Noire.
Alyssa cowered in the car. In the chaos, she first thought of Jonah. She shakily dialed his number, and he picked up almost instantly. He was always attentive to his beloved sister.
“Lyse, what’s wrong?”
“Jonah, where are you? Come to me. I need you.”
20 minutes later, Jonah arrived at the scene in his Rolls-Royce, even running two red lights just to get there soon.
“Lyse!” Jonah called out to Alyssa as he stepped out of the car.
His heart sank upon seeing Alyssa’s sports car in ruins. Usually calm, he panicked for a while.
Julien stepped out of the car and grew nervous at the sight of the car crash. He was ready to perform first- aid on Alyssa as a doctor.
Jonah swung open the car door and wedged himself into Alyssa’s car, scanning for any fractures on her arms and legs.
“I’m fine. I’m fine, Jonah,” she mumbled, tears welling in her eyes and her face drained of color.
Jonah stared at her in shock, knowing something grave must have happened. Knowing Alyssa, she wasn’t one to cry. After all, she had worked on a battlefield. She wouldn’t be fazed by a car crash.
Whatever had happened must have been serious.
“Looks like some minor injuries on the skin, but we need to get you to the hospital for a checkup and a CT
scan for any concussions,” Julien suggested sternly, a departure from his usual cheeky demeanor.
Frowning, Jonah gently lifted Alyssa in his arms and settled her into his Rolls-Royce.
Sean arrived at that moment, his expression filled with concern as he saw Alyssa in Jonah’s arms. He gasped, “Ms. Alyssa, are you alright?”
“Sean, take care of the car crash. I’m bringing her to the hospital,” Jonah instructed Sean before slipping back into his car.
“Got it, Mr. Jonah. Leave it to me,” Sean replied, his gaze lingering on Alyssa with sympathy.
Holding Alyssa close, Jonah settled into the car with her.
At that moment, Julien felt a twinge of jealousy at the bond between the siblings. More than that, he was moved.
The Lovelaces were a frigid family, connected only by blood and marked by selfishness and greed. It was this coldness that prompted Julien to forge a career overseas.
Mandy was the sole relative who had treated him with genuine kindness. Yet, due to marrying Winston, she was ousted from the family and slandered as shameless and dishonorable.
Because of that, Mandy hadn’t visited her family except for that one time. Julien heard that Mandy did it for Alyssa-she needed to get a prescription of some sort for Alyssa, and for that, she waited three days in front of her father’s study until he finally relented.
Rather than looking down on Mandy, Julien gained a newfound respect for his aunt Winston and his family must have treated her well for her to make such a sacrifice for Alyssa.
“Julien,” Jonah suddenly called out to him.
Alyssa rushed back to Jeremy’s bedroom, put on her clothes, and left the villa as soon as she could.
On her way home, she sped down the road with messy thoughts and tears on her face.
She was involved in a minor car crash when she entered the city area. The hood of her limited edition luxury sports car was completely destroyed.
The owner of the Mercedes-Benz felt relieved as Alyssa would pay for the damages since she was the one who rammed into the back of his car.
If their roles were reversed, he bet he couldn’t afford to pay for the damages to Alyssa’s La Voiture Noire.
Alyssa cowered in the car. In the chaos, she first thought of Jonah. She shakily dialed his number, and he picked up almost instantly. He was always attentive to his beloved sister.
“Lyse, what’s wrong?”
“Jonah, where are you? Come to me. I need you.”
20 minutes later, Jonah arrived at the scene in his Rolls-Royce, even running two red lights just to get there soon.
“Lyse!” Jonah called out to Alyssa as he stepped out of the car.
His heart sank upon seeing Alyssa’s sports car in ruins. Usually calm, he panicked for a while.
Julien stepped out of the car and grew nervous at the sight of the car crash. He was ready to perform first-
aid on Alyssa as a doctor.
Cornelius had roped Landon into a meeting at the Harper Group building. However, midway through the discussion, Landon’s phone rang with urgency-it was Jeremy, insisting on an immediate meetup at
Jeremy’s villa by Phoenix Lake.
Due to the urgent nature of Jeremy’s call, Landon left the meeting under everyone’s scrutiny and raced to the villa.
“What the hell?” Before entering the villa, Landon observed a plume of smoke on top of the structure like an impending volcanic explosion. Turning pale, he hurried into the villa and found Jeremy burning stuff in the backyard.
Standing by a metal container, Jeremy appeared pale and troubled. He bathed in the glow of the flames in the container, resembling a solitary statue amid the remnants of a war.