Just then, Jasper’s phone rang. After checking the caller ID, he answered it. “Hello?”

“Jasper, where are you?” It was Aimee on the other end.

“What’s the matter?”

“I want to know where you are,” she requested again.

“I don’t need to report my whereabouts outside of work, Aimee,” Jasper said solemnly.

“You’re with her, aren’t you?” Aimee questioned, making Jasper frown. Meanwhile, Aimee continued, “Jasper, if you really like her, you should stay away from her and not move closer.”

“Aimee!”

“Don’t let her become your weakness,” Aimee warned and hung up the phone.

“Are you leaving?” she asked worriedly

turned around to look at Willow, and his countenance indeed expressed his inclination to leave.

and he looked at Willow, his

3.00AM, and dawn would arrive if they stayed up a

were gone, replaced by pouring rain outside the window. There was something magical about rainy nights. It would make people drop their guard

at the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling

him. Wearing flat shoes, she only reached his

floor-to-ceiling window, the man was strong and sturdy, resembling a towering mountain, unyielding, while the girl was slender and delicate,

unsteady. The man naturally

like a mischievous child who had yet to grow up in front of

projected an independent and competent image before meeting Jasper, traveling alone around the

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