Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 1607

"Wet the bed? God no!" Alyssa embarrassedly pummeled Jasper's chest. He appeared fine, even when her fists hurt. "How could you say that?"

He grabbed her hand and rubbed it on his chest. "Fine, it's my fault. My brain froze. I bet I'll be the one wetting the bed when we're old and frail."

Alyssa, who was angrily drawing circles with her fingertip on his chest, suddenly let out a chuckle at his hilarious remark.

He questioned, "Anyway, what's wrong? You scared me for a while just now." He gently caressed her cheek with concern.

"I… I'm on my period." She clutched the blanket tightly and pressed her lips.

Although she and Jasper had slept together and trusted each other, she was incredibly sensitive about her image and strove to carry herself with elegance and discipline.

When they first started having intimacy, she dared not moan loudly due to the embarrassment. It took his patient guidance to break her mental barrier and release her feelings when they were at it.

It was his first time seeing her acting so bashful.

"Are you on your period now? I thought you wouldn't be on it for another week. That's early." With a serious expression, he slowly flipped the blanket aside. The stained bedsheet and blanket looked like a mess.

"I feel lethargic. Now, I have to deal with the stains. Guess I'm not sleeping tonight." Feeling frustrated partly because of the period, she rested her head on his shoulder.

"It's fine. We have nothing much going on tomorrow. We don't have to wake up early," Jasper softly comforted her and kissed her on the cheek.

Alas, Jasper took her as being fake. He thought she had deliberately carried herself in that manner to show that she was better than everyone else. Thinking back, he was trapped in a warped mentality, resembling the paranoid and heartless Javier.

He decided that Alyssa must have been a gold-digger to marry a man who did not love her back. Sadly for him, he did not know that she was truly in love with him.

Smiling wryly, he clenched his fist and punched himself in the chest like dishing out a punishment. He felt slightly better after he coughed from the impact.

At the same time, Alyssa washed away the blood under the shower. The warm water traveled down her neck, chest, and her flat abdomen, offering momentary relief from the cramps.

After she cleaned herself, she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, but her eyes widened at what she saw. She gasped, "Jasper, what are you—"