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."

was dark. It was rare to see him

look on his face.

having to say a

They had a

two days. I feel like

a drink with me,"

Xavier wasn't going to turn him down. "Sure, Mr.

is killing me after

arm around

it hurting more than when we're

dear, too much action isn't good for you. Don't forget how Raphael, the painter,

at a young age."

Her cheeks blushed pink. She nudged him softly, "Alright,

have

good chat with Xavier. Im going

bottle of fine wine. He sat across

for him. He jumped to

being served like that. He held his

help myself, Mr. Beckett. I don't deserve to have you

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