Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue novel Chapter 1207

At the end of the quiet corridor, the soft moonlight cast a glow on a pair of striking figures.

"Ouch! It hurts. It hurts so bad …"

"I'm sorry, Lyse. I'll be gentler."

Alyssa's small frame was leaning against the wall. Her fair and soft skin glistened under the moonlight.

The fluttering of her long eyelashes and how she looked biting her scarlet lips made her look extraordinarily lovely.

In front of her, Jasper was kneeling on one knee.

He removed her burgundy-colored heels and gripped her thin ankle with one hand. With the other hand, he held the tip of her toes while he massaged her foot carefully.

"You are really annoying. Why did you have to dance so fast? I sprained my ankle only because I was trying to keep up with your steps. Can't you just be more considerate of me?" Alyssa pouted and complained coquettishly.

"It's my fault, Lyse. You can hit me however you want when we get home if that helps you vent your frustration. Or … you can hit me now, too."

Jasper felt extremely sorry and didn't quite know what to do. He poked his chest with his finger and suggested, "You can punch me here as hard as you want."

Alyssa curled her fingers inward and lifted her fist, then she lowered it back down. "I won't hit you. Your chest muscles are like steel. My hand would hurt from punching you."

Jasper looked up at her and turned his lips into a slight smile. He knew that she couldn't bear to hit him.

His massage technique was quite good. Alyssa's ankle was slightly painful before, but she now felt the pain in her ankle dissipate. In fact, it started to feel more comfortable.

Jasper had his head lowered as he stared at her foot. His Adam's apple could be seen rolling slowly.

What sort of an angel was she?

Even the skin on her feet was silky smooth, and every one of her toes was round and cute. He liked them so much that he didn't want to let go.

"Lyse, you have beautiful feet."

"Wow … You're such a pervert. Which normal man stares at a woman's feet like that?"

Alyssa's cheeks turned red. She curled her toes into his palm. "Admit it, Jasper. You are a jerk!"

"How will a man win over a wife if he's too honest? Does it still hurt?"

Narrowing her eyes, Alyssa answered, "My personal masseur is quite skillful. I think he's atoned for his mistake."

Jasper put Alyssa's heels back on for her.

The moment he stood back up, he placed his left arm by the side of her head and clasped her waist suddenly with his right hand.

He pressed his lips against hers impatiently and kissed her passionately.