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.

at him. “Are you leaving?” she asked worriedly at

expressed his inclination to

and he looked at

and dawn would arrive if they stayed up

at this point, and the thunder and lightning were gone, replaced by pouring rain outside the window. There was something magical about rainy nights. It would make people drop their

grab a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses. She looked up at the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. There was something superior and dominating about

flat shoes,

strong and sturdy, resembling a towering mountain,

pretending to be unsteady. The man naturally pulled her

a mischievous child who had yet to grow up in front of Jasper, using all her tricks and strategies

she had always projected an independent and competent image before meeting Jasper, traveling alone around

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