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

Her cell phone had also

panting heavily. He had come

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

you doing? Even a dog would

her initially, but

I could only wait for her outside. I really have no idea

trembled in

very important to Mr. Schmidt. If anything were to happen to

feed to

a cat

top special agent! Amber was petite and only

straight to

report this to Mr. Schmidt. Otherwise, Ms. Altman might be in

Sean insisted on staying at

less about his bodily

have anything else to say. With a gloomy expression on his

his room and locked himself in there. He wouldn't even

afternoon came, Winston was still unwilling

to

Taylor needs some time

a despondent sigh. "On the surface, Mr. Taylor may seem

Ms. Tatiana has affected

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

her and Mr.

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

a chance, please help persuade Winston over the next

put in a good word or two

at least listen to you a