Chapter 2071


    Upon sending that, she took a selfie. She had worn a beautiful dress with princess-like makeup tonight, and she selected the best photo before sending it to Jasper.


    Those texts were sessfully sent. At the same time, a man was sitting on a couch inside a dimly lit vi, going through the pictures and texts. His eyes were filled with conflicting emotions.


    Jasper stared at the screen, his grip tightening around the phone. The image of her, so radiant and poised, contrasted sharply with the turmoil churning inside him. He couldn''t ignore the pang of longing mixed with a twinge of jealousy. Who was she dressing up for? What was her intention behind this?Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was his assistant, Mark, who entered with a stack of documents. "Sir, these need your immediate attention."


    Jasper nodded, cing the phone face down on the table. "Leave them here. I''ll get to them shortly."


    As Mark left, Jasper picked up the phone again, unable to resist another nce at the photo. He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. This woman had an uncanny ability to get under his skin, to provoke reactions from him that no one else could.


    He debated whether to respond or to leave her waiting. Thetter seemed more strategic, but the former was tempting, if only to see her reaction. He opted for apromise, typing a brief but charged message before hitting send.


    Meanwhile, she waited with bated breath, eyes flickering to her phone every few seconds. The seconds felt like hours until the screen finally lit up with a new message notification. Her heart raced as she opened it, a mixture of excitement and apprehension.


    "Nice dress. Who''s the lucky guy tonight?"


    A smirk yed on her lips. He was biting the bait, just as she had hoped. Her fingers danced over the keyboard as she crafted her reply, careful to keep the tone light and teasing.


    "Just a night out with friends. Why, jealous much?"


    She sent the message and leaned back, satisfied. The game had begun, and she was determined to keep him on his toes.


    Jasper read her response, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. She knew how to y her cards well. He decided to let her have this round, but made a mental note to turn the tables soon. This little exchange had only fueled his determination to keep her within his sights.


    He put the phone away and turned his attention to the documents Mark had brought. There was work to be done, but the thought of their next encounter lingered at the back of his mind, a pleasant distraction amidst the monotony of paperwork.


    As the night wore on, both of them remained entwined in their own thoughts, their silent conversation setting the stage for the next move in their intricate dance of provocation and desire.