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.

turn yourself in immediately." Jameson's lips

beginning, you weren't living for my sake at

was all

way out of the trenches to where you are now, fueled by your ever-growing and insatiable greed." Alyssa's words were as sharp as a blade, stripping away his

Jameson cocked his head.

at

in his eyes mirrored how one might

be told, Jameson, sometimes, I fear something happening to

able to have you arrested

mercilessly

had grabbed her with

against him, but

sleeve pulled back, revealing rows of tiny, bruised track marks on

Alyssa's eyes widened.

knife from beside

can punish me,

Not even the law.

Jameson smiled, his eyes fixed

continued, "I know it's your

give you

stab me as

Alyssa felt suffocated

and hurled the

glance,

Jameson's eyes darkened.

his face revealed a

"Mr.

Schmidt!" Carl rushed in.

in a concerned voice, "You

You and Ms.