Can’t Win Me Back

Jasper's men arrived right after him.

Each with a flashlight in hand, they spread out and began their search for Alyssa.

Jasper sprinted through the heavy rain, indifferent to the fact that his pants and shoes were covered in dirt.

His blood-red eyes were brimming with concern.

"Slow down, Mr. Beckett! Watch your step!" Xavier stumbled along behind Jasper with much difficulty. He was befuddled.

What the hell happened? Why was Alyssa at this terrible place on her own? Alyssa took care of the four perverts.

She beat them up till they were on their knees, begging for their lives.

But it was also because of this that she had expended all her enerov Chea

barely managed to keep herself together even as she forced herself to stay conscious.

She had swiped one of the men's cell phones and got back in the rain. She continued walking forward blindly.

At the same time, she was also afraid that the men would not be satisfied that they had lost and come after her.

So, she didn't dare to stop for even a second. She didn't have any energy left to fight off any form of danger.

were shivering, but she kept walking on autopilot. It felt as if

any longer. She collapsed under a run-down pavilion halfway down the mountain. After she felt more

was afraid of was that Jasper wouldn't be able

curled up with her arms around her knees. She buried her head in

she dreamt about

back at the time of the accident. Fresh blood continued to flow from her. She clung to the doctor's arm and

him... Please save my child " "Lyse!" Suddenly, Alyssa heard Jasper's voice calling out to her. But she didn't have any

body found itself enveloped in a burning hot embrace. A tall and broad figure held her

softly, "Jasper, is

sparkled in a way that tugged

so tense and hoarse that he almost couldn't speak. " It's me, Lyse. I'm here." Earlier, he had

so much that it was like it was bleeding after it had been

his cheeks, leaving damp marks on Alyssa's

He was crying buckets.

muddle. She cried out indistinctly, "Jasper... Our child... Our child is gone! You have to save

a blow deep down to his

was like a

his trembling hand on her forehead. The burning temperature he felt on his hand struck him with terror! ""Lyse! You're running a temperature! I'll get you to a hospital