Can’t Win Me Back

The days passed by without any turbulence.

Twice each day—once in the morning and once at night—Briar and another nurse rotated shifts to take Jameson's medications to him and give him his shots.

Each time, Jameson would have his primary physician conduct routine checks on his medication.

Even so, the results were identical each time.

There were no problems with the medications.

Before they realized it, it was the day before Jameson's birthday.

That night, determined to ease the tension between Jameson and Amber, Carl set off for the gallery to retrieve Amber's surprise birthday gift for him.

Jameson's hospital room was heavily guarded from the outside.

He only had a bedside lamp on in his room as he read under the soft lighting.

Briar knocked on the door and walked in.

In a gentle voice, she said, Mr. Schmidt, it's time for your medications." "Okay." Jameson seemed to be in a good mood today.

There was a faint glee in his eyes.

had an earnest smile

her eyes was as sharp as

face was elegant and

He was very attractive.

her brother hadn't suffered such brutal treatment, she might have ended

that you're smiling today, Mr.

something good happen?"

Jameson looked up as the corners of his lips curled

my birthday tomorrow." "Oh! Really? Happy birthday to you in

Thompson.

efforts during

care for you, Mr. Schmidt." Briar placed her tray

picked up one of the syringes and asked, "Shall 1 help you with

come over for a quick check?"

Just leave it here.

will handle it when he gets back." Jameson directed

excuse myself, then." When Briar turned around, her face dropped

she exited

Carl rushed back to