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 a

was elegant and

He was very attractive.

hadn't suffered such brutal treatment, she might have ended up being captivated

you're smiling today,

something good happen?" Briar asked while

discharged tomorrow." Jameson looked up as the corners of his lips curled upward in

"Because it's my birthday tomorrow." "Oh! Really? Happy

Thompson.

during this

for you, Mr. Schmidt." Briar placed her tray at the side of

of the syringes and asked, "Shall 1 help you with your shot today? Do

come over for a quick check?"

Just leave it here.

secretary will handle it when he gets back." Jameson directed his attention back to his

excuse myself, then." When Briar turned

she exited his

minutes later, Carl rushed back