Chapter 48

In Jasper's dream, Natalie's dark, glossy hair was loosely tied back, framing her delicate, fair face. She gazed at him with misty, alluring eyes that held a captivating sparkle. Her lips, a striking shade of red, parted as she spoke—words about how they were incompatible, how they could never be together. Watching her lips move as she said those infuriating things, Jasper clenched his jaw, feeling a fierce urge to silence her. His expression hardened. . Without a second thought, he pushed her against the wall and leaned in, capturing her lips in a forceful kiss. Natalie let out a soft murmur of protest. But soon, she closed her eyes and tilted her face up. She moaned in response to his advance, her arms instinctively wrapping around his waist. Things quickly escalated from there. Later that night, Jasper stood in front of the sink in the washroom with a flashlight in hand. His brow was deeply furrowed, and his lips set in a rigid line. After a few moments, he finally turned on