Can’t Win Me Back

"It’s your turn, mister..." Amber's heart skipped a beat. She was startled by Axel looking teary-eyed. His

gaze was one filled with grief. His eyes looked dim, like an almost burnt-out shooting star.

"You've won. Good for you..."

Axel smiled with his eyes as he gently pinched the top of his glass with his fingers, clinking it against

hers. He continued, "I really hope that you can keep winning."

Upon saying that, he finished the cognac in his glass. A trickle of the liquid spilled from his mouth,

tracing the curve of his lip and descending along his impeccably sculpted jawline.

Amber's eyes turned red. She felt like a buoy in the middle of the sea, floating beyond her control.

She had never heard words like that said to her before, others always required, dictated or commanded

her to do things. No one had ever uttered a hopeful sentiment to her, wishing for her triumph or a future

free from darkness. And that she could also have...

All of a sudden, her mind went blank. She couldn't stop herself from wrapping her arms around Axel's

broad shoulders and kissing him on the lips.

Axel held his breath, then lowered his gaze. He placed his hand on the back of her head. Amidst

stroking her head, he quietly pulled the silver hair stick out of her hair.

The subordinate, who had been waiting for Amber to be done, waited until it was almost sunrise. When

Amber still hadn't come back out, he decided to go in to search for her.

After going around the place a few times, including the washrooms, he realized the Amber had

had

an hour later, Carl arrived, panting heavily.

subordinate, he kicked and reprimanded him, "How could a

were you doing? Even a dog would

sorry! I wanted to follow her initially, but Ms. Altman said she wanted to handle that man

I really have no idea what

he trembled

Schmidt. If anything were to happen to her, you would

feed

cat on

Amber was petite and only had her good

straight to

report this to Mr. Schmidt.

staying

less about his bodily

say. With a gloomy expression

there. He wouldn't even allow Neil to

next afternoon came, Winston was still unwilling

began to

Taylor needs some time to

"On the surface, Mr. Taylor may seem unaffected, but I

affected him quite a

it is still a blessing in disguise. I suppose, Mr. Taylor would no longer

her and Mr.

really great." Alyssa's eyes filled with happy tears. In a shaky

Benton, if you get a chance, please help persuade Winston over the next

hope you can help put in a good word or two for

at least listen