Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 1150

Jameson had his back facing Alyssa, his face turning grim as he adjusted his glasses.

Jasper stood beside Alyssa, lightly pursing his lips. He wanted to stop her, but her words beat him to it. Moreover, intervening now would mean falling for Jameson’s trap. He would then be his bitch, as Landon had disgustingly phrased it.

“Lyse, are you okay? Does your waist hurt?”

Winston wasn’t bothered about Alyssa’s sarcasm. He was more concerned about her injury. “You are so stubborn. You should have gone to the hospital the moment you fell from the horse. Jonah and Mr. Atkins could have taken care of Blaze. Why do you need to do it personally?

“You are just like your mother. Even ten horses wouldn’t be able to pull you back when you are this stubborn. Jonah, get on the phone with Mr. Liverton now. Get Lyse to the hospital and gather a group of specialists to get her treated.”

However, Jonah read the situation well and didn’t comply. Jasper and Alyssa wanted time alone. It would be awkward if he forced his way between them.

“It’s okay. I have Jasper to help.”

to gaze deeply into his eyes. Under that burning gaze, there was no room for anyone else. “Dad, let me remind you-a true man doesn’t try to flaunt what he has done to gain favor.

stood up for me, Blaze, and the Taylor family under

swayed by an outsider’s sweet talk. Don’t place yourself

Alyssa finished speaking, she walked past Winston and Jameson

shoulders. His heart was pricked painfully, and his face was downcast as he clenched his fingers

to nod at Winston politely. It was hilarious how stiff he

control over

glared at their backs as they left. He didn’t stop them but pointed at his daughter’s retreating figure and reprimanded, “You are so sharp-tongued. The person you marry would be the unluckiest

Lyla couldn’t help but

this unlucky, they would

in Jasper’s passenger seat and left. Hatred and dissatisfaction hit his chest like a raging storm, his

accident. I didn’t get to the bottom of it in time and have caused so

You have done enough. The Harpers might have maintained his friendly tone.

look my way more. Then, you wouldn’t need to worry for us that much, too.” Jameson lowered his head,