Alyssa's heart was still racing. She played it cool and asked, "After that... You've never tried to look for that woman?"

"I've never stopped searching for her. But I don't even know her name or what she looks like. There's no way for me to look for her." Jasper chuckled to himself. "I gave her a nickname—the White Dove. It represents hope. I was able to return from the battlefield alive all because of her. That was how I began to hope again."

Alyssa's eyes welled up again. At this point in time, she was content regardless of whether he knew of her identity as the White Dove.

Jasper and Alyssa tidied up the kitchen and the living room. They took a bath together and changed into a clean set of matching pajamas.

They were about to go upstairs to rest when Xavier returned.

"Welcome back, Xavier. Have you had dinner? I'll warm something up for you if you haven't eaten," Alyssa asked in a concerned tone.

The way she spoke to him wasn't like an employer speaking to an employee at all. Instead, she acted like his caring elder sister.

"I. I'm not hungry."

head repeatedly. The look in his eyes was dark. It was rare

a word,

days. I feel like having some red wine to help me fall asleep. Come and have a drink

turn him down. "Sure, Mr.

back is killing me after all the

wrapped his arm around her waist and caressed her gently. He

good for you. Don't forget how Raphael, the painter, lost his

chest. Her cheeks blushed pink. She nudged

good chat with Xavier. Im going

bottle of fine wine.

pouring wine for him. He jumped to his feet immediately as he

don't deserve to have you

without showing any emotion on his face. "Oh, knock it off. There's just the

Xavier was speechless.

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