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?"

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;

in her emotions. He handed her a piece of dough that he failed to shape correctly and asked earnestly, "Lyse, | made this. Please take a

he showed her. "What even is this? You'll have to eat it if we cook this. | won't risk my life to

looked visibly relieved when Alyssa smiled,

that Winston loved her very much. It was true love, unlike whatever feelings Javier had

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

all your ravioli for me." Since Sean's fingers were covered with flour, he dared not touch her

tickled her cheeks as he whispered, "! want

the flirting. Sean had always been a goody-two-shoes. On their first night, his clumsiness and trembling hands, which he tried to conceal, inadvertently

who flirted was the