Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 327

David’s face fell when Jameson made a jab at him. He curled his fists.

The Taylor family chose to ignore the siblings’ rivalry, except for Victor, who shot Jameson a furious

glance.

“She still needs something to warm her up. Lyse, I’ll get you some white wine. It’s perfectly fine to enjoy a little drink.” Jameson smiled gently, ignoring the pale David. 1

She coughed and replied, “I’m fine with anything.”

Feeling uneasy about being caught in the middle of the two siblings, she declined their offers in an attempt to defuse the situation. “I’d actually prefer a beer-”

Surprisingly, they turned to her at the same time, warning, “No! You might get gout!”

When the dinner drew to a close, Jameson excused himself from the table and headed to the washroom.

There, he dispensed loads of handwash into his hands.

His pale hands looked like they were specimens in Formalin. He scrubbed his hands until they turned a

shade of red.

After five times of handwashing, he brought his hands to his nose and detected a lingering fishy odor. So, he pumped some handwash solution onto his hands and carefully cleaned every finger.

In stormed David with

Jameson’s problematic handwashing

a clean freak like you. You might even have nightmares

and gracefully

actual skills, but the only

Are you envious of me?” Jameson grinned maliciously. “You must be. You didn’t even have

favor with

“You–”

up to Lyse than panicking over not having a chance to do so, like you.”

reddened, and he laughed in anger. “No wonder Dad’s never taken you seriously. There’s something off in your thinking. You’re willing to go to great lengths to suck up to

rule of the game. What’s important is to achieve your

and chuckled. “Why the sudden

reluctant to talk to

you feeling anxious over my relationship with Lyse? Does it feel

derailed?”

Dad will never approve of you dating Alyssa. You aren’t at the

around and squinted at his

glasses and declared, “I will put

conversation fell apart, and David slammed the door as he left. Jameson wiped off the

on his face and clenched

his pocket. He answered with a curt, “What?”

after