Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 273

Jameson smiled and sipped his tea with poise and grace, like a noble gentleman from a regency novel. He chatted with Alyss a for a bit.

From their conversation, she learned that he had been caring for his mother in Kontina. Due to Alzheimer’s, Lily Schmidt was unable to take care of herself anymore. Despite multiple opportunities to return to Solana City, Jameson chose to stay in Kontina and build his career there.

Alyss a recalled that Jameson came from a rather complicated family. There were four Schmidt siblings in total, with Jameson being the youngest. His two brothers and a sister were the offspring of the first wife, while Jameson was born to the second wife of the Schmidt Family.

She knew little about Lily, who was once a close family friend. She even paid a visit to

the Schmidts’manor, but Lily left no impression on her at all.

“So, why did you come home this year?”asked Alyssa.

“I’m coming back to where I belong. Afterall, I’m the son of the Schmidt family. I want to take what I am entitled to.”He lowered his gaze and toyed with the teacup.

She nodded in understanding. An offspring of a wealthy family who was not in the center of power would be chewed up and spat out. A harmonious family like the Taylors was a rarity.

some time until

caught her

have a private rose garden that is open to the public for

she thought of her favorite flower. She had a rose garden in the backyard of Heightsnew Villa as well.

agreed to it.”Sure! Let’s

…

to his private rose garden. It would be an unnecessary fuss to meet each other at the destination, given that

tailed the car as he gripped the steering

Beckett off, he had to rise to a new challenge—Jameson Schmidt, who

connections to swap out Alyssa’s original date just to meet with her. He

stared squarely at the back of the Bentley. He would never allow Alyssa to be hurt by another man

revealed her bare face because she did not bring any makeup. Her long, dark hair was pinned up. She was not overly fussy about her image as the daughter of the

at her from the corner of his eye. Like a petal at dawn, she was perfection, carrying herself in a

to collect

what you called me