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.

will be the happiest woman ever." Chuckling, Amber ran her trembling fingertips through the

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

Not only did they lose Axel, but

search was futile because Axel might

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 gave off the wrong impression as

was shaking in fear, Amber walked through the entrance with a look of calm. She went

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

she admitted openly. "Do | need to take it off