Can’t Win Me Back

Alyssa lifted her wrist and checked the time. "I'll eat before we go. I need to recharge. Who knows if there might be a war to fight?" Sean frowned. "Are you sure you want to head there alone, Ms. Alyssa? Aren't you at least going to inform Mr. Beckett so he can keep a lookout for you?" The Ivory might be an organization, but it was actually an organization of outlaws! "Who says that I'll be alone? Colene will be there, won't she?" Alyssa responded casually.

"But..." "Plus, Jasper is occupied. He has other things to attend to." Alyssa's gaze was fiery, and she had a bearing of a sharp-witted commander. "We have to make our moves separately so that The Ivory will not end up in chaos." In the afternoon, Marc was in the VIP ward at the hospital. His sideburns had started to go gray.

He was seated in his bed with his back against the headboard while being hooked onto an IV drip. He had just thrown up the lunch that he had just eaten.

Ever since Nathan was arrested, Marc's aging body took a turn for the worse.

Two days ago, Colene cback to visit him. They hadn't seen each other in years and weren't the kinds of people who knew how to express their feelings. Both of them sat there quietly.

as if they were competing with each other, creating a childish

broke the silence when Matilda Osborne brought food over. She helped Marc

and mighty. Yet, he had cto a point where he was almost losing his ability to feed

no longer hold it in and

by Marc's bed and held his dry hands. She choked on her tears. "Mr. Waters, Ms. Colene still cares for you."

addressed her as

the usual intimidating expression on his face. However, his eyes becmoist, and his heart

might think that they're not a match for one another, but Ms. Colene has been living a happy life. "Plus, despite his age, Winston managed to maintain his youthful look-like a man in his 40s. He's good-looking, rich, and probably the

hand and put d it against her cheek. She rubbed his hand on her cheek gently