Can’t Win Me Back

“How are you doing, Uncle Winston?” David Schmidt went up and greeted Winston. He bore little resemblance to Jameson because they were half-siblings.

David was more genderless in his appearance, in stark contrast to Jameson’s burly yet slender physique, characterized by chiseled features and thick brows. Jameson shared the same razor-sharp gaze as their dad, Victor.

“David! I’m fine. How are you doing?” Winston beamed affectionately at David, who grew up before his eyes.

“Vic, I thought you were also bringing your youngest son along. It’s been quite some time since I last saw your fourth son. Will he not join us today?”

“That little rascal claimed he was tied up with something, so he’ll be arriving late,” Victor remarked as he surveyed the surroundings.

Victor asked with curiosity, “Winston, didn’t you mention that Lyse would be joining us as well? Where is she?”

Winston cleared his throat and replied, “Well, Lyse mentioned she’d be here once she had finished dealing with something.”

grasp what was going on, but he trusted that she would keep her

I took this trip just to meet her!” Victor whined. “I won’t leave

she’s here!”

from the entrance, “Mr. Winston! Ms.

time!” Winston grinned, his eyes filling with warmth.

Victor’s eyes lit up as he

a little underneath his composure. Normally unfazed in

his tie this

cheerful voice echoed, instantly brightening the

Jameson, who caught everyone by surprise-everyone except