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

beginning, you weren't living for

was all for

you are now, fueled by your ever-growing and insatiable greed."

Jameson cocked his head.

looked at her, feeling

how one might admire a beautiful flower or a stunning

be told, Jameson, sometimes, I

wouldn't be able to have you arrested and

wouldn't be able to avenge all the innocent lives you've so mercilessly

had grabbed her

but the so-called "

go!" During the struggle, Jameson's sleeve pulled back, revealing rows of tiny, bruised track marks on

Alyssa's eyes widened.

a fruit knife from beside his bed and pressed

one can punish

Not even the law.

one who can." Jameson smiled, his eyes fixed

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

give you

don't care where you stab me as long as

madman!" Alyssa felt

hand away ruthlessly and hurled the knife far away

backward glance, she

Jameson's eyes darkened.

on his face revealed a hint

"Mr.

Schmidt!" Carl rushed in.

asked in a concerned voice, "You

You and Ms.