Jasper's POV
Helena had just satisfied me—even without penetration. She cooked food for me and took care of me when I was sick, but my head was still filled with thoughts of Xesha.
I turned from right to left. My body felt like it was burn. Between my hormones raging out of control and spending the whole night outside Xesha's house like a beggar.
Xesha didn't even care whether I was alive or dead in the pouring rain that night. She opened the door without waking me up and cooked the meal but didn't share it with me. Strangely, I felt willing to do that all day long as long as I could get the old Xesha back.
After that incident, no food appealed to me. Her rib soup must have been delicious. I can still remember the aroma even now.
I missed her cooking, I craved it. I craved
