Chapter 2217

The warm, early morning sun bathed Rose Island in golden light. The fine, white sand on the beach shimmered with a dazzling radiance.

The bedroom Alyssa was in was as dark as night. Heavy, luxurious velvet curtains blocked out the sunlight completely.

In such an atmosphere, someone exhausted from a night of struggle could easily sleep through the day. But Jameson woke up early.

After a night of relentless nightmares, he was drenched in cold sweat, his face ashen. The moment he opened his eyes, he reached out frantically, his hands trembling.

He exhaled in relief when he felt the warmth of Alyssa's body beside him. Then, he sat up in bed.

The bed was a mess, not from lovemaking but from Alyssa's frenzied struggles the night before.

At the very last moment, Jameson forced himself to suppress his urge to dominate her.

delicate face as she slept. His chapped, pale lips curled into

face he loved so deeply. His touch lingered; he was reluctant

eyes off of you;

love songs, his voice low and husky as he traced

voice crack,

Still, he knew that if he didn't sing to her now, he might never have

forward and

as "Mrs. Schmidt". Yet, he

was well aware that even if they had a wedding and shared the same bed, Alyssa would

moment, he refused to lie to himself

and a helper entered with a

in shock, and she nearly dropped the

for that. It's

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