CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 113: SEXUAL TENSION MAXED OUT

Jasper Fitzgerald was clearly taken aback by the little girl’s sudden gesture.

Nash Spencer was also dumbfounded.

This little girl is very daring!

This is undoubtedly the first person in the world to dare to kiss the family master!

The family master indeed doesn’t like interacting with others.

He usually keeps his distance from people. I wonder if he minds?

Sabrina was also a bit stunned.

It was her first time seeing Zara being so proactive and affectionate with someone.

Even though she knew Zara relied on Mr. Fitzgerald, she had never done this before.

She was momentarily embarrassed, equally worried that Mr. Fitzgerald might mind.

However, the two were obviously overthinking it.

Jasper quickly regained his composure and said with a smile, "Well, uncle also likes Zara."

Zara smiled sweetly.

After interacting with her for a while, Jasper finally turned to look at Sabrina and said, "Zara’s current state proves the first phase of treatment has been perfect. We can pause for now."

"Huh?"

Sabrina was a bit confused, with an inexplicable sense of panic, "Mr. Fitzgerald won’t be treating Zara anymore?"

Jasper nodded, "She is in good condition now, has learned to take initiative, can communicate with others, and is no longer rejected by the outside world. She even shows an interest in exploring. So, there’s no need to continuously guide her psychological state like before."

After hearing this, Sabrina felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

She should be happy.

No further treatment means Zara is not far from a full recovery, right?

But... why isn’t she as happy as she imagined?

Sabrina found her emotions strange, her pretty eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

She couldn’t understand why she felt so abnormal.

Afraid of being noticed, she instinctively lowered her head, wanting to say some words of thanks.

However, before she could, Jasper continued, "The New Year is approaching. After the year, we’ll adjust and guide the second phase based on Zara’s condition... By then, I should also be relatively free as Zara’s art teacher, and can focus more on that."

Sabrina froze, her eyes suddenly brightening.

"So Mr. Fitzgerald won’t stop caring for Zara?"

"Naturally."

Jasper emphasized, "I always see things through to the end!"

Sabrina was immediately overjoyed.

It turns out it was just a temporary pause, not stopping the treatment!

She immediately flashed a brilliant smile, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Fitzgerald!"

Jasper was momentarily dazzled by her smile.

That expression... really looks like Zara!

The resemblance between mother and daughter is uncanny, even their expressions of happiness are almost identical.

It inexplicably lifted his spirits.

However, he didn’t forget to remind her, "Didn’t I say, stop being so polite? Forgot again?"

Sabrina quickly promised, "I’ll do my best not to forget next time."

Jasper shook his head helplessly, then asked the little Zara in his arms, "Next time, try to win a national award, I’ll prepare another reward for you then. Is there anything Zara wants?"

Zara tilted her head and asked in a childish voice, "Anything?"

Jasper indulgently nodded, "Yes, anything."

Zara fidgeted with her little fingers and said, "Then... can we go to an amusement park, with uncle?"

Jasper pondered for a few seconds and agreed, "As you wish."

Zara was instantly overjoyed!

Later, after delivering the certificate, Sabrina took Zara home first.

As the mother and daughter left, Dylan Quinlan appeared out of nowhere, smacking his lips in mockery.

He had actually been there all along, watching the entire scene unfold.

For a moment, he had an illusion.

The scene just now looked like a family of three!

Seeing Dylan’s odd behavior, Jasper gave him a disdainful look and asked, "Toothache?"

Dylan cheekily replied, "I’m just lamenting that some people value lovers over friends! I sent a message, no reply all night, but when Dr. Nash calls, answers immediately. So gentle with Zara, but this attitude with me!"

Jasper looked indifferent, not wanting to pay him much attention, "Don’t you know why I didn’t respond? Can’t even type properly. Maybe you should learn alphabets again with the kids inside."

With that, he turned and got into the back seat.

"What’s wrong with my typing?"

Dylan, puzzled, followed him, pulling out his phone.

It was then that he discovered his typo.

"This... was a misunderstanding. I meant to text you ’apprentice’ and invite you to the award ceremony. Who knew you wouldn’t respond?"

Nash Spencer quickly explained, "The master went into the psychological treatment room yesterday afternoon and only came out today."

"Pulled an all-nighter again?"

Dylan looked at his friend, who was massaging his temples.

That face, so handsome it’s almost offensive, was indeed filled with exhaustion, with eyes closed in a slight frown.

He immediately asked with concern, "Have you not eaten yet? Let’s have lunch together. I have no classes this afternoon."

Jasper put on his glasses without objection.

Seeing this, Nash Spencer immediately started the car and returned to the nearby Hillside Villa.

At lunch, Jasper ate a few simple bites before retiring to his room to rest, telling Dylan to make himself at home.

Dylan, always at ease with him, spent the afternoon attending to his own affairs.

In the evening, Jasper woke up, and the first thing he did was head to the pool for a swim.

He always lived a disciplined life, with a fixed time for exercise every day.

Dylan tagged along but only sat on the lounge chair, having no desire to swim.

Such cold weather, getting in the water would be self-torture for him!

But for Jasper, it was different.

In the water, Jasper was like a fish, swimming gracefully, his strokes powerful and reminiscent of a professional swim team.

After about half an hour, he finally got out of the water.

His whole body dripping wet, with short hair slicked back, his sharp features with droplets rolling down his neck and over his toned upper body.

The beautiful eight-pack and V-line made his sex appeal soar.

At the poolside, Nash Spencer timely handed him a bathrobe.

Jasper put it on, casually grabbed a towel to dry his hair, and sat on the chair.

Dylan poured him a hot drink and remarked sincerely, "When will you change this damn discipline? Every time my dad uses you to shame me!"

Jasper accepted the drink, taking a sip, and replied indifferently, "Shouldn’t you reflect on that?"

"It’s you being too competitive; who in all of Aethel can compare to you..."

Dylan was mid-rant when suddenly their bodyguard captain, Xenon, appeared, reporting respectfully, "Sir, we’ve discovered intruders two kilometers outside the villa. They’ve been captured. We’re not sure if they’re spies; should we throw them in the military prison?"

Nash Spencer’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

Have they been followed?

Jasper appeared unsurprised, only faintly curling his lips.

He had noticed when they returned at noon.

At that time, he suspected their intentions weren’t good and wanted to see what they planned.

To no surprise, nothing happened, as if they were just scouting for information.

If they were spies, they wouldn’t dare be so blatant.

So, he could largely ascertain that the group might... have been sent by The Hawthorne Family.