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?"

ravioli for your dad. He'd lick his plate clean no

as bitterness rose in her. Jasper acutely observed the change in her emotions. He handed her a piece of dough that he failed to shape correctly and asked earnestly, "Lyse, | made

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

visibly relieved when Alyssa smiled, but a question

whatever feelings Javier had for Anne. If

Yours are much better." Tatiana pouted, upset

your ravioli for me." Since Sean's fingers were covered with flour, he dared not touch her clean outfit. Instead, he carefully placed

tickled her cheeks as he

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 revealed

who flirted was the most sexy and