The Pretend Wife
I replied, attempting to conceal my confusion.
Jasper's jaw clenched, and he locked eyes with me. "No, seriously. I like you, Cassandra."
I couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden confession and took a sip of my milkshake to mask my amusement. But as I swallowed, a burst of laughter escaped me, and I accidentally sprayed milkshake on Jasper's hair.
"I apologize," I apologized, hastily wiping my mouth with a napkin.
Jasper's milkshake dripped slowly down his forehead, giving him an adorable look, but he didn't appear bothered by it. "No problem," he responded, cleaning the milkshake off his hair with a napkin.
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