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

hour later, Carl arrived, panting heavily. He

he kicked and reprimanded

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

but Ms. Altman said she wanted to

her outside. I

trembled

Mr. Schmidt. If anything were to happen

feed to

like a cat on

special agent! Amber was petite and only had her

to

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

insisted on staying at Heightsnew

less about his

say. With a gloomy expression on

locked himself in there. He wouldn't even

Winston was still unwilling to come out

else began to worry about

Taylor needs some

"On the surface, Mr. Taylor may seem

has affected him quite a

disguise. I suppose, Mr.

between her and Mr.

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

please help persuade Winston over the next couple

a good word or two for Sean. If it's

listen