Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 413

Landon was in no rush to go back after leaving the room. Instead, he wandered around aimlessly in the Beckett family’s mansion.

In truth, he was strolling aimlessly, hoping to run into someone special. His heart yearned for that petite lady who always appeared downtrodden, her head hanging low.

He wasn’t exactly a saint, but his heart always had a soft spot for that delicate and seemingly forlorn

young lady.

“Mr. Harper? Why are you here?” Rosie asked in astonishment as she unexpectedly ran into him.

“Uh… Uh… I… Landon looked sheepish and couldn’t find the right words to say after stammering for a while. Finally, he gathered his courage and mumbled, “Mrs. Rosie, where’s Lauren?”

Rosie looked at him in bewilderment. She couldn’t associate Landon with Lauren in any possible way. There was no way that this could be happening.

“What are you trying to do? Mr. Harper, don’t you dare to scare her! She’s still young and doesn’t get t

meet people often.”

Landon arched his brow. “Mrs. Rosie, you’ve watched me and Jasper grow up. Don’t you know what I’m

like?”

“You’re like this toward Jasper,” said Rosie as she gave him a thumbs-up, then she like this toward women.” She gave him a thumbs-down instead.

Landon clasped his hand to his forehead. “How kind of you to say that!” he thought.

ntinued, “But yo

He tried hard to explain he wasn’t a playboy. Finally, Rosie reluctantly agreed to bring him to meet

Lauren.

appropriate if someone saw us like this,”

like we’re scheming on something.

anxious.”

stepped into the room and closed the door.

she regained her senses, her eyes widened in anger. “This brat!

as he stepped into Lauren’s room.

exceptionally plain. There weren’t any decorations aside from the

from the bedroom, so he approached

so he entered the room quietly. He saw

desk di

scribbling something.

He quietly approached her from behind as he craned his neck, trying to steal a glance

a beat, and his

lips pressed together, Lauren was working earnestly on a portrait. It

set down her brush. She smiled as she

admiration.

to give it

It was already too late when she tried to cover up the painting.

a sly smirk on his face as he snatched the portrait from her thin, fragile

me!” With her cheeks flushed, Lauren stood on her tiptoes, trying to snatch it

Landon.

tall and imposing figure was like a mountain she could never

her other hand snaked around

going to strangle me

breath. He had no choice but to bend down and lift her onto the table to alleviate some of