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?”

turned his attention to Rose, who had just arrived. His eyes narrowed as he observed

Jamie exclaimed, her expression twisted with disgust and

daughter of the Emerson family, felt deeply unsettled by the impact Rose, the illegitimate daughter, had on the

academically and displaying

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

and Jamie, each step

heart to flutter uncontrollably, just as it always did in his presence. Yet, despite her undeniable attraction, Rose

Lydia and Jamie felt like the striking of midnight, a cruel reminder for

a more suitable partner for himself—one without the

hatred as

the surface,

talk after work,” Rose uttered, her voice

and Jamie. She grappled with the thought of revealing her family’s inner turmoil, especially considering how

of the slums to her current position, and she was determined never to return to square one and endure