Can’t Win Me Back

Jameson's expression gradually hardened, the warmth of the orange sunset in the rose garden unable to pierce the chill that now surrounded him.

Alyssa, her lashes dampened by tears, glanced at the pebble at her feet before turning to Remy.

He observed Alyssa's reddened, swollen eyes with a detached expression and took a loud, deliberate bite from his apple.

Suddenly, a powerful urge surged within her.

She trembled, gathering every ounce of strength to push herself upright, intending to walk toward Remy.

With a loud crash, her wheelchair toppled over, sending her sprawling onto the soil.

"Lyse! Are you okay?" Jameson panicked, reaching out to lift her, but she shoved him away and screamed, "I don't need your help.

I can manage on my own!" Gritting her teeth, Alyssa dug her hands into the earth, struggling to her feet.

Though disheveled, she stood with fierce determination.

Jameson watched in disbelief.

He had injected her with a tranquilizer last night.

Even though it was now the next day, it should have kept her paralyzed.

Logically, she shouldn't have been able to move.

presence had granted her weakened body extraordinary willpower, allowing her to overcome the drug's effects in a miraculous display

deepening as he watched Alyssa

a fleeting moment, a flicker

Remy,

was Damien; she was

didn't like the sea, and apples were his

are you doing here?"

could feel Alyssa's surging emotions

glared at Remy

shifting his gaze away from Alyssa's pale face, surveying the

is lovely, but

dull." Jameson's face fell.

do you mean by

willing

you ask me, this rose garden might as well be a field of weeds." Remy finished the apple, tossing

not sweet enough yet." Jameson's eyes reddened

clenched his hands

"Mr.

you someone who usually obeys Sir's commands to a tee? You wouldn't

up with you today, being all so chatty?" Remy

smiled because it seemed rather

"That's true, typically.

when I see someone I despise, I can't help but