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.

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

deepening as

a flicker

stared at Remy, her

she was sure of

the sea, and

you doing here?" Jameson

could feel Alyssa's surging emotions

glared at Remy with

a walk and happened to pass by," Remy replied, shifting his gaze

lovely,

dull." Jameson's face fell.

by that?" "It's obvious that

willing to marry

might as well be a field of weeds." Remy finished the apple, tossing

yet."

clenched his hands into tight

"Mr.

a tee? You wouldn't say things you weren't

today, being all so chatty?"

probably rarely smiled because it seemed rather

"That's true, typically.

can't