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.

Tears welled up in Alyssa's eyes as she launched herself toward Winston, engulfing him

tugging at the corner of his lips. He remained rooted in his spot, refraining from seeking favor and

my 70s. I'm as sturdy as a rock!" Winston remarked, his heart warmed by Alyssa's affection yet

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

hint of exasperation in her voice. "I thought it would be sufficient if Jonah, Silas, and the three of us came to pay our respects. I didn't think it's necessary for Winston to

for Dad is evident,” Alyssa reassured, noticing the renewed vigor in Winston's demeanor, a weight lifted from her

presence of such esteemed guests, Landon approached them, his eyes brimming with tears. As Landon spoke, his

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 would be glad to assist you without

nodded earnestly,