Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 957

In the following days, Alyssa and Jasper refrained from displaying physical affection toward each other. They maintained a courteous demeanor.

Nevertheless, their intense emotions, potent enough to elicit a blush, permeated every corner of the villa.

Rosie prepared three meals a day for them. Alyssa couldn’t bear to see her working so hard, so she offered to help her with everything, But both Rosie and Jasper kept stopping her from doing so.

“You’re allergic to smoke. It’s better if you don’t enter the kitchen. I’ll help Mrs. Rosie out. You can just wait for the food to be ready,” Jasper said from behind her.

He interlocked all ten fingers, enveloping her waist with his arms. He couldn’t help but give her a peck on her earlobe when he rested his forehead on her shoulder.

Alyssa was embarrassed that she had turned completely pink in front

of Rosie.

She squirmed hard in his embrace and objected. “Don’t force yourself. What can a pampered man like you do?”

“It’s fine. I can take my time to learn.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips turned upward, and he broke into a cheeky smile beside her.

“I’m a fast learner. You should be the one who knows best how I performed those two nights.”

“You… You, shut up. I will step on your foot if you keep spewing

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face was red from embarrassment. She had nowhere to hide and could only remain

It was as if she was watching the sweet interaction between her son

She was delighted.

been a few days, yet their relationship had already

other “good morning” in the mornings and bid each other “good night”

would do house chores and go shopping together at the supermarket nearby.

hats and face masks when

was the president of the Beckett Group and Alyssa from the Taylor family. Yet, they were going on dates

potentially cause ripples in the stock

four-piece suit. Instead, he donned comfortable and simple

casually, he still shone brightly and stood out from

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to the supermarket to shop as usual. It was a large-scale warehouse supermarket. It was a weekday, so it wasn’t as crowded, and they could walk around

with his taste buds. The food that she chose

she tried to deny it verbally,

that within his 30 years of life, this was

this three years ago. Back then,

quietly behind Alyssa. He watched as she picked products from their shelves and compared them individually. She

unlike someone who was from a wealthy family. She looked like a virtuous wife who knew

first place-his wife. She wasn’t his wife now,

while pushing a shopping cart. In the cart sat a little boy about four or five years of age. Both mother and son were shopping