Chapter 690

I stayed quiet, my cheeks flushing out of nowhere when I realized Jasper had flirted back with me. He looked so put-together and serious, and I thought he was inexperienced, but it turned out he was quite the expert. How interesting. I gave a small smirk and said flatly, "You're overthinking it." With that, I set down the potato soup, got up from the table, and flopped onto the couch to watch TV. Jasper seemed unfazed. He wiped up the potato soup I had spilled, cleaned the table, washed the dishes, and tidied up the kitchen before finally coming out. "Can I use your bathroom?" he asked. "Go ahead," I replied, not even glancing his way. For some reason, his playful comment made me hesitant to look him in the eye. Maybe I secretly wanted him to stick around, and his words had gotten to me, leaving me uneasy. "I need to take a shower," Jasper said. I turned to him. He had this innocent look as if any misunderstanding was just my imagination. I noticed some bits of soup were stuc