Can’t Win Me Back

The Taylors merrily surrounded Winston. At the same time, two couples were helping Lyla to make ravioli in the kitchen.

Lyla's cooking skills were exceptional. Even if it was ravioli-making, she could produce ravioli of various colors, each carrying a different flavor.

"Lyla, you're spoiling Winston," Alyssa grumbled good-naturedly while folding the ravioli.

Each one of her ravioli looked round and plump. "It's just ravioli, but you're here making them rainbowcolored. What more does he expect? He's really a piece of work."

"Your dad loves ravioli. It was my idea to make colorful ravioli, so no. He did not give me trouble at all." Lyla flashed a contented smile. "Since I'm making ravioli for him anyway, I'd rather make a bigger batch for everyone to enjoy."

"You, Mandy, and Colene are spoiling that old man. It is usually the other way around in other families." Alyssa snorted. "Did my mom spoil him too when she was still around? That couldn't have been the case, right?"

your mom's favorite food and her best dish. She always made ravioli for your dad. He'd lick his plate clean no matter how many she made for him; he wouldn't tire of them,” Lyla blurted out with a

change in her emotions. He handed her a piece

is this? You'll have to eat it if we cook this. | won't

it." Jasper looked visibly relieved when Alyssa smiled, but a question

very much. It was true love, unlike whatever feelings Javier had for Anne. If so, why did Winston remarry

terrible. Yours are much better." Tatiana pouted, upset

all. Yours are perfect. Keep all your ravioli for me." Since Sean's fingers were covered with flour, he dared

cheeks as he whispered, "! want your ravioli... and

clumsiness

flirted was the most sexy