Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 391

Why was Jasper still out there? What was he trying to get at?

Was that an attempt at winning her sympathy? Alyssa would never fall for such an off-putting move!

Fueled by anger, she stormed into her bedroom, only to come to an abrupt halt.

The rain in fall was not as mild as the summer showers. In Solana City, the nighttime temperatures during fall could plummet below freezing.

She pondered. Jasper had been standing out there for hours in a thin outfit. If he stayed put …

It'd be a huge hassle to deal with the police if he dropped dead at her gates!

At the thought, she hurried back to her room and dialed his number. She was dismayed to learn that his phone was turned off.

She was completely baffled by his move. She might not have felt sympathy for him, but her curiosity got the better of her. Hence, she left the villa with a large black umbrella.

Jasper had been standing in hunger and the rain for too long. He even momentarily mistook Alyssa's petite figure as an illusion.

He was taken aback and touched when she came to a halt right in front of him. She schooled him in a shrill voice, "What on earth are you doing? Are you ever going to stop?"

"Aren't you cold in that nightdress?" He was as indifferent as usual. He shakingly attempted to unbutton his jacket to drape over her, only to realize that he was completely drenched. He stopped himself in awkwardness.

"Why did you switch off your phone?" she demanded to know.

"It ran out of battery," he replied honestly, much like a man who had been reprimanded by his wife.

Jasper was oddly comforted by the tone of her voice. Indeed, he was just like the average man, who loved being yelled at and put in their place.

"Did you really plan to stand here all night if I hadn't come to meet you?"

"Yes. I needed to talk to you."

"I thought you had something to discuss? Spit it out. It's freaking cold out here." She shivered.

"Let's talk in the car." He took her umbrella, swiftly opened the car door, and guided her inside.

The air in the car was damp. She finally noticed his lips quivering under the dim light. His hand, resting on his knee, had turned slightly purple from the cold.

She pressed her lips together, and to her surprise, he produced a blanket and wrapped it around her.

"I found the culprit behind the leak. She's Abigail Grant, the daughter of Michael Grant. You probably know what's going on by now. That was her attempt to seek revenge for her father."

She looked up with surprise. "Is this the reason you came to meet me? To tell me about this?"

"Partly." His voice trembled. "I also wanted to check if you were doing okay after all that happened."