Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 158

When the door opened, Landon slid into the living room speedily, worried that Alyssa might change her mind. “Gosh, it’s so hard to visit you. The entrance fee is pretty exorbitant.”

Under the lights, Alyssa’s curves were accentuated by the tight robe on her body. Her tiny waist and buttery skin were luscious. He swallowed hard upon casting his eyes on her.

“Mr. Harper, your eyes are wandering elsewhere,” Sean reminded him with much hostility.

“It’s human nature to love beauty. I’m looking at her with the sole intention of admiring an artwork,” he grinned and talked his way out of it shamelessly.

It was the first time Sean had come across a man who’d reframe his inappropriate behavior into something noble.

“Is LAN’s sculpture in this box?” She stared keenly at the box in his arms.

“Yes. I bought two sculptures from her–one for Jasper’s grandpa and the other for you.” His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Alice, LAN’s artworks are handmade. She’ll only put ten items on sale every year. You know how rare her works are, don’t you?”

Alyssa coughed softly. “Um, have you had dinner? If you haven’t, would you like to join me?”

“I haven’t! I didn’t even take a drop of water because I waited at the hotel entrance for you since 5:00 pm! I’m famished.” Landon’s voice quivered in excitement.

Landon, who was

him another blue cheese chicken sandwich. Go heavy on the blue cheese, Alyssa instructed Sean while carefully taking the box

that, she had specifically requested for more cheese. Was

unhappy with our hospitality,” Sean mocked the ashen–faced Landon. “I bet our menu is too plebeian for you.

bit the

have the sandwich without the extra

faded. He looked like a pitiful little

with narrowed eyes. “Sure.

went off in his mind. He finally understood the power of a

smile.

Sean admired LAN’s artwork in the

holding a flower in full

as a fountain. The sculpture was carved from a complete piece of crystal that created the

soul being cleansed from within. She carefully lifted the flower from the hand, a move that

Alyssa’s hands were more exquisite than the crystal sculpture carefully created by an artisan. The

to her

like it?” He rested his cheek on his hand and stared at her in a

others. Her

“I like

to tell her he