Can’t Win Me Back

The assistant was taken aback by Silas’ demeanor. However, interpreting his nonchalant attitude as that of a typical client coming to collect his garments, she proceeded with her duties.

“Jamie, what’s gotten into you? You’re practically ogling. Pull yourself together!”

Lydia chided, tugging Jamie’s arm.

“Mom! Look at that man. He is so handsome! I’ve never seen such a pretty face in my life,” Jamie gushed, her excitement palpable.

“Enough of that. You’re a woman of means; act like it. No matter how handsome he may be, he’s still just a man,” Lydia scolded, though she couldn’t help but steal glances at Silas.

Something about him seemed familiar, and his icy gaze sent shivers down her spine.

As the assistant pondered how to handle the situation, the crisp click of high heels echoed from the staircase.

“Are you two quite finished?”

just arrived. His eyes narrowed as he observed the aggression emanating from

Jamie exclaimed, her expression twisted with

of the Emerson family, felt deeply unsettled by the impact Rose, the

Excelling academically and displaying exemplary character from a young age, Rose rose to become the most esteemed fashion

with such coldness and distance. Rose might have even married into the prestigious Dalton family

Jamie, each step felt

to

of Lydia and Jamie felt like the striking of midnight, a cruel reminder for Rose to awaken from her

find a more suitable partner for himself—one without the burdensome background, family, and past that plagued

as

simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil

can talk after work,” Rose uttered, her voice

Lydia and Jamie. She grappled with the thought of revealing her family’s inner turmoil, especially considering how it might affect her standing in Silas and

to her current position, and she was determined never to return to square one