Can’t Win Me Back

Axel tiptoed over to the bed when he heard Amber's shallow breathing after she fell asleep. Kneeling on one knee by the bed, he studied her lovely sleeping face.

Moments later, he mumbled in a low voice, "You're not like Lyse." Amber probably overheard him. Her lashes fluttered gently as tears crept to her eyes.

Axel gulped upon seeing her tears and thought of wiping them away, only to withdraw his hand and head toward the balcony forlornly.

When Amber woke up groggily the next morning, Axel had left. She sat up in her comfortable sheets and paused in shock when she found Axel's black windbreaker draping across the blanket. He had clearly left it behind for her.

The last time, he left her some gastric medication after recalling her gastric issues. This time, he knew that she didn't have enough clothes on her because she left in haste, so he lent her his windbreaker.

ever. Whoever gets to marry him will be the happiest woman ever." Chuckling, Amber

air and enjoy the breeze on the balcony. When she pulled open the floor-to- ceiling doors, she felt an electrifying jolt. The cigarette stubs that scattered across the floor were proof that

car. Not only did they lose Axel, but they ended up crashing two of their

for Amber. However, his search was futile because Axel might have checked into a hotel under a

and smashed things in his room, which puzzled Carl. After all, Jameson had always used Amber like a tool and never had any real feelings for her. Why the overreaction then? It

Amber walked through the entrance with a look of calm. She went up to Jameson with a bare face, which was uncharacteristic of

been molded into Alyssa Taylor's substitute. The look in his eyes dimmed. Soon, the black windbreaker on

admitted openly. "Do | need to take it off