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Chapter_63
The crowd’s attention shifted entirely as Alyssa entered the room. Her presence was undeniable—confident, poised, and as striking as ever. Despite the ongoing whispers and murmurs, she walked with purpose, her eyes straight ahead, completely unbothered by the curious gazes that followed her. She exuded an air of calm power that commanded respect.
Jasper’s chest tightened when he saw her. The way she carried herself—elegant yet unyielding—took him by surprise. He had never expected her to walk in so boldly, especially after everything that had transpired between them. But seeing her now, it was impossible to ignore the fact that she was no longer the fragile woman he once knew. She was different, stronger, more assertive.
As she made her way to the front row, she caught the eyes of many in the room, including the Harper family and the other prominent guests. There was a shift in the atmosphere—what had been a casual charity event suddenly felt charged with an unspoken tension.
Alyssa took her seat, right at the front, where Jonah’s seat remained vacant. She crossed her legs and settled in, completely at ease. No one dared to speak, unsure of what to make of her arrival.
Jasper, still frozen in his place, exchanged a glance with Landon. Landon raised an eyebrow in surprise but said nothing. It was clear he didn’t expect Alyssa to make such an entrance, but he wasn’t about to question her. She had always been unpredictable, after all.
Meanwhile, Liana, who had been anxiously trying to get closer to Jasper, stood in the middle of the aisle, fuming. She had no idea how to react to Alyssa’s sudden appearance. The scene that had played out earlier—her being publicly humiliated by Alyssa’s marriage certificate—was still fresh in her mind. Her confidence wavered, and for a brief moment, she hesitated.
Rosaline, who had been following her daughter, didn’t share her hesitation. Her expression was twisted with irritation as she saw Alyssa comfortably seated in the first row. The jealousy bubbled up within her again. How could Alyssa just waltz in here and take the front row for herself? Rosaline’s teeth clenched.
In the midst of all the tension, Sophia and Betty remained oblivious, engrossed in their own conversation. They didn’t care about Alyssa’s presence; their sights were fixed on Landon, who sat nearby. The momentary drama was of no consequence to them. But the room around them was beginning to buzz with curiosity about Alyssa’s sudden appearance and the unspoken history between her and Jasper.
Jasper’s gaze lingered on Alyssa for a moment longer than he intended. He quickly looked away, his heart in turmoil. He didn’t know what to think—seeing her here, so confident and composed, made him question everything that had happened between them. Was it too late for them to ever go back? Could they ever reconcile after all the hurt, the misunderstandings, and the distance that had grown between them?
The auction began shortly after, but the air was thick with anticipation, the quiet hum of whispered speculations, and the barely contained energy that had shifted in the room.
Alyssa, now sitting at the front, remained detached from the scene unfolding around her. The past was behind her, but she could feel the tension in the air as everyone watched her. It didn’t bother her, though. She had learned long ago that the only person she needed to answer to was herself.
As the auction proceeded, Jasper found himself unable to focus entirely on the items being bid on. His mind kept drifting back to Alyssa, to the undeniable presence she carried, and to the unresolved feelings he had for her. Could things ever truly be settled between them? Or was their relationship destined to remain as fragmented as the people in this very room?