Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372 

“Ms. Alyssa wants you to go in.” Sean turned aside as though Jasper was infectious. 

“Thank you.” 

Sean snickered, openly displaying his disgust. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s all because of Ms. Alyssa’s generosity. I would have beaten you up and thrown you out.” With that, he left the back kitchen. 1 

Jasper inhaled and stepped into KS World Hotel’s spotless back kitchen that looked like a sterile lab with 

white decor and stainless steel tables and equipment. 

The air was quiet. The only thing he heard was his breathing and his beating heart. 

Turning a corner, he spotted a slender figure standing by the wide table that only highlighted her petite 

frame. 

Today, Alyssa was charming in the white chef uniform, her hair tied and tucked neatly into the chef’s hat. 

She wore a transparent mask on her face and was fully focused on shaping a ball of dough into pastry. 

She did not even notice his presence. 

His eyes turned misty when he recalled Mrs. Rosie’s words. 

She told him, “Mr. Jasper, the desserts you ate are not store-bought or made by pastry chefs. Madam 

made them for you! Even the house chef admitted that he is not as talented as she is! 

“Look at you, wolfing them down. You did not know how much effort she’d poured into a tiny piece of 

dessert. She spent her day in the kitchen making the desserts without a word of complaint about her 

body aches.” 

His expression wavered as the memory tugged at his heart. It was the first time he had ever seen Alyssa 

in the kitchen. 

Apparently, she had spent the three years in his home, pouring her love and effort into the food, while he 

had never truly appreciated her. 

He was a jerk who wasted her affection. 

Alyssa frowned as she shaped the dough into choux pastries for Ada Kingsley, who wanted to take them 

home to Mosgravia for her mother. 

The dessert was incredibly challenging, and after a whole afternoon’s work, Alyssa had only managed to 

make four successful choux pastries. 

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“Phew! Finally,” she exclaimed with relief, wiping the sweat from her forehead after successfully making 

the fifth one. 

Suddenly, a loud crunch broke the silence, and she looked up in shock, her eyes widening. Then, she 

screamed, “Jasper Beckett, you-” 

Jasper calmly met her gaze as he chewed on her pastry. Only three choux pastries remained on her tray. 

“I didn’t give you permission to eat that! Spit it out right now!” Her face flushed with anger, and she was 

tempted to punch him in the face.