Can’t Win Me Back

"Mr. Schmidt, here's some Vintage Narcissus tea that was flown in this morning. Please have a taste," said Sheryl Gillis. She deftly and elegantly prepared the tea for Jameson, which was an art form in itself.

Soon, she served him a new cup of hot tea. The fair lady stood there amid the steam from the tea and the subtle tea scent wafting in the air. She radiated a captivating yet distant presence, a combination of contradictory traits that strangely complemented each other.

Indeed, those who worked for the man were the cream of the crop who were carefully nurtured. Troublesome employees would have already been removed early on.

"Thank you, Ms. Gillis." Jameson raised his cup, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

She bore a resemblance to a particular someone—the woman whom he had loved for a long time.

is there something on my face?" Sheryl wondered

was rude." He quickly

"Sheryl, you're too beautiful. People are naturally attracted to beauty. "Mr. Schmidt, how does Sheryl compare

"My apology, sir. Sheryl is great, but Lyse remains my only love in this lifetime. She's the most beautiful lady in my

have you heard about this saying— that the loyal one in love suffers the

Jameson smiled wryly. Memories of their tense confrontation on

or it might come true. Sir would be the first to feel sorry for you if you're defeated by

business in Kontina? It's difficult to find a decision- maker as capable as you," Sheryl said with