My Husband And My Alpha
12. Back to Jasper's Hugs

Clara knew that her actions this time would make the man who claimed to be Brandon Hover angry. He had wanted to get out through the door, but it was locked. Finally, inevitably the woman had to repeat the first way— jumped from the balcony.

He paused for a moment when he felt his steps were far enough away from the mansion. Clara grimaced, feeling pain in the lower part of her abdomen. A red liquid flowed from there and soaked his two legs. The scar of the operation is back open.

“Jasper, help me,” hisses.

Clara stepped back staggered. His hands crept, holding the tree trunk around, temporarily

his other hand held his stomach. He gulped, feeling his throat choking for an instant. His sight changed faintly. His mouth wanted to scream when he found a man running towards him.

“Clara! Clara, it's me. Jasper.”

Clara's eyes opened again. His body was suffocating with the bleeding getting worse. Meanwhile, the,

Jasper who had just come directly carried his wife's body.

“Jasper, we'd better take Clara home,” Aiden's pinta who's following her brother.

Jasper grunts rough. He is in a dilemma now, between saving Clara or avenging her

his revenge on the Black Witcher. The distance was already very close to the headquarters of the hated group, but seeing Clara getting weaker made her undo the intention.

Aiden patted the blue-eyed man's shoulder again. He gave them a code so they would have to come back. Jasper

comply. He didn't want to extend the matter again with the Black Witcher for today.

***

Lyra immediately sat down next to Clara as Jasper was placed on the bed. He asked Jasper

and the others waited outside, while she and the servants changed Clara's clothes and shealed her. Both Lyra's hands were raised and stopped above Clara's chest and abdomen, then her eyes closed for a few seconds.

The woman sighed softly. He opened his eyes. The white iris looks charming as if it does not show if it is even hundreds of years older than Jasper. He looked at Clara as he rubbed the top of his head slowly.

“Your life will be in danger, Clara,” he whispered.

One hand gently rubbed Clara's stomach, letting the sensation of warmth melt there. For several hours he tried to stabilize Clara's energy and close the scar. Lyra recalled when Hendrick called her to help with Clara's delivery yesterday. However, because she was away from home, Lyra could not come. The woman just realized that last night something complicated happened here.

Clara's eyes opened slowly. Found a healer who was rubbing his stomach since earlier. He smiled, knowing that the woman was Lyra—the person who also helped him and Jasper perform the ritual.

“Is anyone still sick?” tanya Lyra was very shrewd.

Clara shakes her head.

“I've closed the wound,” said the white-sliced woman. “You're safe now.”

“Thank you, Lyra.”

Clara circulated the view to the entire corner of the room where there was only her and Lyra now. Realizing that, Lyra looked at the woman whose condition was still weak.

“You want to meet Jasper?” tanyakanya.

Clara fell silent. Actually, he wanted to say yes. However, something suddenly grabbed his mind. “Lyra, there

what I want to ask you,” he said.

Lyra slightly frowned. One hand gently rubbed Clara's head. Aura meeting with purplish

“What do you think happened to my physical body in the world there?” ask the brunette. “I

feeling that I should stay here alone, with Jasper, and the others.”

“Why are you suddenly asking like that? Is something bugging you?”

Clara was silent for a moment. In fact, a lot of things are quite stuck in him right now. His mind was full for a moment. Not done yet she grieves the loss of her baby, now she must realize if Brandon—her husband— really catches up with her and joins the Black Witcher.

“You still have your physical body, Clara,” said Lyra very gently. “Will be better if you come back on

your real life.”

The brunette looked at Lyra with a meaningful gaze. “I ...”

I just don't want to meet Brandon, he said.

His resentment towards the man made him want to escape as far as possible. The fights that happened

between the two before the accident even still remembered Clara. Brandon who made his emotions explode also made his chest vibrate violently, filled with emotion and hatred.

“Trust in yourself,” says Lyra. “Only you can determine your own way of life.”

***

It's been a month since Clara returned to her husband Jasper's arms. The man didn't let Clara out of the house

alone, even though the woman has fully healed. Clara's every move had to be followed by the bodyguards because otherwise Jasper would get angry, then lock her up for a few days. It makes Clara bored and annoyed because Jasper is getting overprotective on her. They did not even stay at home anymore, but rather at the mansion of the Owen clan.

“I'm bored,” said Clara while putting a cup of coffee on the table. “Can't we come out for a minute?”

Jasper, who was busy with his car, turned his head. “Where do you want to go out to?” tanyakanya. “Outside very dangerous, Darling.”

“Ayolah ...” Clara whining. “I want a holiday. Otherwise, I will be stressed and this will have an effect on—”

“Oke.” Jasper says fast. He certainly understood the continuation of Clara's sentence. If the woman is stressed, it will affect the rituals they perform. Jasper wants Clara's son and as much as possible he should make it happen in the near future.

The man asked Clara to sit on his lap. Clara said she landed her ass on Jasper's thigh, then

kiss the man's lips gently. Jasper extended a hand, removing every strand of Clara's hair that covered his gaze.

“Where are you going?” tanyakanya.

“Pantai.”

The two eyes were staring at each other for a long time. It had been a month that they had not come this close because of that strange event. Jasper is suddenly cold and increasingly overprotective also makes Clara a little bored. The woman's request seemed to melt Jasper's heart instantly. The man carved a sweet niche in the corner of his lips. Him

nods.

A hooded man has been perched on a tree branch for a few minutes. His red eyes stared intently at the couple in the gazebo. He sighed, then flicked his fingers into the air to splash a transparent white ball. The ball was drifting in one direction.

“Beach, yes ...,” murmured. Her red lips looked very sexy and contrasted with her white skin color

that porcelain. “Good place ... for a good mission ...”

***