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.

and turn yourself in immediately." Jameson's lips

you weren't living

all

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

Jameson cocked his head.

at her,

adoration in his eyes mirrored how one might admire a beautiful flower or

be told, Jameson, sometimes, I fear something happening

able to have you

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

grabbed her

against him, but the

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

Alyssa's eyes widened.

fruit knife from beside his bed and pressed it into her

can punish

Not even the law.

one who can." Jameson smiled, his eyes

"I know it's your dream to get rid

give you the

don't care where you stab me as long as it makes you happy and

are a madman!" Alyssa felt suffocated by his

his hand away ruthlessly and hurled the knife

a backward glance, she

Jameson's eyes darkened.

on his face

"Mr.

Schmidt!" Carl rushed in.

in a concerned voice, "You

You and Ms.