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.

her gastric issues. This time, he knew that she didn’t have enough clothes on her because she

Whoever gets to marry him will be the happiest woman ever.” Chuckling, Amber ran her trembling fingertips through the fabric

in bed, she had the urge to get some air and enjoy the breeze on the balcony. When she pulled open the floor-to-ceiling doors, she felt

did they lose Axel, but they ended up crashing two of their luxurious cars due to his excellent drifting

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

outburst and smashed things in his room, which puzzled Carl. After all, Jameson had always used Amber like a tool and

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