Can’t Win Me Back

Alyssa's breath hitched as a familiar voice echoed through the tense silence. Squeezing Jasper's hand until his knuckles turned white, her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

"l-It's Winston!"

"Winston?" Jasper echoed, his surprise evident.

Then, a procession of men clad in black suits strode into the mourning hall with authority. Winston, a commanding presence that turned heads, stood proudly at the forefront.

But Winston wasn't alone. Accompanying him were Mandy, Lyla, Colene, Jonah, and Silas, representing the Taylor family.

Rarely did the Taylors assemble in such unity, indicating the significance of Cornelius’ funeral to them.

eyes as she launched herself

of his lips. He remained rooted in his spot, refraining from seeking favor

Alyssa's affection yet feigning annoyance. "You hugged me as if I had one foot in the

playfully, reluctantly releasing her hold on Winston's arm. "Why didn't you let me know you were coming? I thought you

voice. "I thought it would be sufficient if Jonah, Silas, and the three of us came to pay our respects. I didn't think

say that you worried for nothing, Mandy. Your concern for Dad is evident,” Alyssa reassured, noticing the renewed

tears. As Landon spoke, his voice was achingly hoarse. “T-Thank

Uncle Winston. “Mr. Winston’ sounds too distant,” Winston replied warmly, patting Landon's shoulder affectionately. "You've just taken over the Harper Group. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to let me know. The KS Group

his lips tightly and nodded earnestly, gratitude evident in his