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

arrived, panting heavily. He

the subordinate, he kicked and reprimanded him, "How

What the fuck were you doing? Even a dog would be more

wanted to follow her initially, but Ms. Altman said she wanted to handle

only wait for her outside. I really have no idea

he trembled in

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

we feed

cat on a hot

special agent! Amber was petite and only had her

to

Schmidt. Otherwise, Ms. Altman might

Schmidts left, Sean insisted on staying at Heightsnew Villa

less about his

didn't have anything else to say. With a gloomy expression on his face,

there. He wouldn't even allow Neil to approach

afternoon came, Winston was still unwilling

began to worry about

Taylor needs some

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

affected him

disguise. I suppose, Mr. Taylor would no longer oppose

between her and

eyes filled with happy tears. In a shaky voice,

you get a chance, please help persuade Winston over

two for Sean. If it's coming from you... I'm sure

least listen to you