Can’t Win Me Back

Those who didn't know Jameson well would never associate him with villainous words like "viper", "monster", or "devil".

Step by step, Alyssa walked to the side of his bed.

Her gaze was calm as she examined him.

"I'm not feeling well, Lyse..." Jameson's eyes turned red from holding himself back.

Finally, he couldn't help himself.

He gulped and reached for her hand.

But she offered him no opportunity.

A frown creased her face as she stepped back to avoid him.

"It's such a shame," she smirked mockingly, "that you're merely ill.

Not dead." The air in the room grew thick with tension.

After a moment, Jameson leaned back against the headboard, his eyes still filled with tender affection.

"T won't kick the bucket so easily, Lyse.

I wouldn't be able to see you again if I died." Alyssa scoffed, clenching her fists.

"I've toiled through so much to come back from Kontina to see you.

All these years, you've been the reason I persevered.

So, for your sake, I have to live a long life." Alyssa continued to stare at him coldly, like a judge sentencing a criminal.

"If you truly care for me, you'll listen.

Jameson's lips stretched into a

from the very beginning, you weren't living

all for

the trenches to where you are now, fueled by your ever-growing and insatiable greed." Alyssa's words were

Jameson cocked his head.

at her,

in his eyes mirrored how one might admire

sometimes, I fear

wouldn't be able to have you

able to avenge all the innocent lives you've so mercilessly taken!" Before she finished, a sudden

had grabbed her with his chilly

him, but the so-called

the struggle, Jameson's sleeve pulled back, revealing rows of tiny,

Alyssa's eyes widened.

fruit knife from beside his bed

one can punish

Not even the law.

who can." Jameson smiled, his

as he continued, "I know it's your dream to

give you the opportunity

as long as it makes

Alyssa

and hurled the knife far

a backward glance, she

Jameson's eyes darkened.

the maniacal smile on his face

"Mr.

Schmidt!" Carl rushed in.

asked in a concerned voice,

You and Ms.