Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper)
Chapter 1687

Jasper's face stiffened, and in his panic, the chicken pieces in his hand dropped into the oil pan with a thud.

Splashes of oil flew onto his hands and arms, causing him pain. He suddenly regained his senses and awkwardly parted his lips. "Axel."

"Do you always talk dirty like this?"

Axel lightly scoffed and craned his neck to peek into the oil pan. "I don't know if Lyse smelled it or not, but I did come because of the smell. It smells like something's burned." Jasper was startled, and then he realized that he hadn't taken out the chicken pieces he had put into the pan earlier.

He hurriedly grabbed a slotted spoon. But by the time he retrieved them, the chicken pieces had turned brown.

Jasper's eyes drooped with frustration. Suddenly, he remembered the series of "fails" Winston had said when he first tasted Jasper's cooking. That voice was still ringing in his ears. "Forget it. I understand your intentions. You don't have to force yourself to do something you're not good at. If you scald your hands with blisters, Lyse will be the one feeling sorry for you." As Axel said that, he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and stood next to Jasper. With his bottom, he pushed Jasper aside. "Go rest there. Don't get in my way."

Jasper's eyes widened in surprise. "You're going to cook?"

"Duh? If you're cooking, Lyse will only end up eating charcoal."

Jasper wasn't angry at all because what Axel said was true. He had overestimated his cooking skills.

After washing his hands, Axel skillfully put the chicken pieces into the pan. He glanced at his watch, carefully counted the seconds, and then stirred the pot before taking out the chicken pieces. Jasper stood by, assisting him and earnestly learning. He was completely fascinated.

"Get it now?" Axel asked without lifting his eyelids.

Jasper nodded. "Yeah."

"Your eyes get it, but I bet your hands didn't."

Frowning, Jasper smiled bitterly. "Axel, I also need a little encouragement sometimes."

Axel's long eyelashes fluttered as he glanced at Jasper. "Fail a few more times, and you'll succeed. I've failed countless times before I could do it decently.

"If it weren't for Lyse liking it, who would want to bother making this? It's both troublesome and smelly. The smell of oil lingers for days! Don't spoil her too much. If you spoil her, she'll be asking you to make this for her all the time. What will you do then?"

Jasper's eyes were filled with a tender glint as he smiled faintly. "It's okay. As long as Lyse likes it, no matter how troublesome it is, I'm willing to make it for her."

"Tsk, who isn't?" Axel sneered, but he felt warm inside.

"Wow! Fried chicken! It smells so good!"

Both men turned around at the same time.

It was really Alyssa who had come this time.

With the weather turning colder and to make it easier to take care of Winston, Alyssa was no longer wearing an elegant silk nightgown but had changed into an off-white plush home outfit. With her delicate face, she looked like an adorable creature.

"Jasper, Axel, when did you two come back? You didn't even let me know."

Alyssa pattered over in her slippers and threw herself into Jasper's arms.

"No... Lyse, I'm covered in flour. I'll get your clothes dirty," Jasper gently reminded her. His hands, which were covered in batter, froze in mid-air as he was afraid to touch her.

"I just mentioned it casually last night, and you really made it for me?"

Alyssa wiped away the flour on his cheek, feeling sorry for him. "You shouldn't bother. You're commuting between two places every day, working, and coming back to accompany me. It's already hard enough for you."

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