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.

up in Alyssa's eyes as she launched

a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He remained

barely in my 70s. I'm as sturdy as a rock!" Winston remarked, his heart warmed by Alyssa's affection yet feigning annoyance. "You hugged me

releasing her hold on Winston's arm. "Why didn't you let me know

three of us came to pay our respects. I didn't think it's

Mandy. Your concern for Dad is evident,” Alyssa reassured,

approached them, his eyes brimming with tears. As Landon spoke,

call me 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

and nodded earnestly, gratitude evident in his