Can’t Win Me Back

The moon slowly rose in the inky night sky.

When they were back at the manor, Jasper went to his study to do some work. Alyssa bathed alone and did some simple skincare. Without even blow-drying her hair, she stood on the balcony and let the breeze accompany her as she was lost in her thoughts.

In her mind, Justin's words kept replaying, and she sifted through his words carefully as if she were using a fine-tooth comb.

Justin was too much of a mystery.

In her opinion, she felt that she was adept at reading others. When Jameson was love-bombing her, no matter how attractive his personality or features were, she still saw through everything and tore his mask to shreds.

But from Justin, she couldn't sense a hint of animosity. Instead, he was gentle and charming, like a light spring breeze.

What truly caught her off guard was his willingness to try out the new drugs for Lauren's sake. Even if his intentions were not entirely noble, this gamble was a bit too risky.

Alyssa’'s brows were deeply furrowed as a million thoughts ran through her mind. "Justin, who are you?"

Suddenly, a passionate and tender embrace enveloped her from behind, his arms tightly circling her waist.

blow dry your hair when I'm not around?" Jasper suddenly appeared behind her. His sharp chin lay on her shoulder as his warm breath spread over her neck, reddening her skin. "What would I do

you come over? You scared me." Alyssa whispered. His teasing made her feel

You looked so preoccupied.” Jasper kissed her

still absorbed in her thoughts, and carelessly, she blurted

nine to a thorny ravine. His gaze darkened, and his kissing

flipped around, and her chin was cupped in a strong grip. Her eyes were forced to meet

go weak, and she started shivering. “Lyse, who did you say you were thinking of?" Jaspers chest heaved, and his hoarse voice

I didn't mean it that way...

wrested control over her. Alyssa's tongue was completely subdued by Jasper, aching and numb. Tears squeezed out of the corner of her eyes as her back was propped against the balcony railing, unable to move at

a little unhinged

heavy. Her only piece of clothing, the rose-pink silk robe, slid down her smooth shoulders. It

silvery moonlight, her pale, flawless body was like a tender flower bud blossoming in his

thread of sanity

hands kneaded her left side while he took the right