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

his cold gaze deepening as he watched Alyssa

flicker of something

Remy, her

Damien; she was sure of

like the sea, and apples were

are you doing here?"

Alyssa's surging emotions toward

glared at Remy with

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

is lovely,

dull." Jameson's face fell.

mean by that?" "It's obvious

willing to

as well be a field of weeds." Remy finished

not sweet enough yet." Jameson's eyes reddened

clenched his hands into tight

"Mr.

a tee? You wouldn't say

today, being

probably rarely smiled because it

"That's true, typically.

I can't help but