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.

her weakened body extraordinary willpower, allowing her to overcome the drug's effects in a

his cold gaze deepening as

moment, a flicker of something stirred within his

Remy, her eyes

Damien; she was

didn't like the sea, and apples were his

you doing here?"

feel Alyssa's

glared at Remy with

and happened to pass by," Remy replied, shifting his gaze away from Alyssa's pale face, surveying the beautiful rose

place is lovely,

dull." Jameson's face fell.

do you mean by that?" "It's

willing to

a field

enough yet." Jameson's eyes

his hands into

"Mr.

you someone who usually obeys Sir's commands to a tee? You

up with you today, being

probably rarely smiled because it seemed rather

"That's true, typically.

I despise, I can't help but