Can’t Win Me Back

Carl opened the hospital room door with a gloomy expression.

A female nurse with an unfamiliar face stood at the door, holding a tray.

She smiled, "Good day.

It's time for Mr.

Schmidt to take his medications.

It wouldn't be good for his condition if he missed his dose." "You're not the usual nurse," Carl observed, his eyes narrowing.

"T was just transferred here yesterday.

My last name is Thompson.

You can just call me Ms.

Thompson.

The previous staff member met with an accident, and there isn't enough manpower." Briar Thompson reassured them confidently, "Please don't worry.

I've signed a non-disclosure agreement.

I won't reveal anything I'm not supposed to." "Come in," Carl said, still keeping a cold look on his face as he made way for her.

Briar walked in and placed the tray by the side of Jameson's bed.

As she was about to touch Jameson, he spoke frigidly, "You're not needed here anymore.

My secretary can help me with the injection.

You may leave." Briar was taken aback but obediently left the room.

hold himself

his shaking left hand, he held

lost control

"Carl...

stand it anymore!" Carl was like an overindulging father who couldn't bear to see his child

only be a temporary

conflicted, he injected the needle into Jameson's arm,

the tremors stopped, and

sighed in helplessness and

conflicted, unsure whether Justin had fulfilled

this

Skye Parris for testing.

of that new nurse." Jameson eyed the syringe on the tray

Car] nodded in

"Got it, Mr.

Schmidt.

returned to the hospital room a moment later, looking

He reported, "Mr.

are no

Ms.

Thompson is clean.

did have an

that there aren't any

You may be excused.

to rest." Jameson closed

His Adam's apple bobbed.

the day

could still feel her warm and sweet scent lingering in

heart race and gave

couldn't quit—he felt as if he were in Alyssa's tender embrace, with her watching over