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.

Remy's presence had granted her weakened body extraordinary willpower, allowing her to overcome

cold gaze deepening as he watched

fleeting moment, a flicker of something stirred within

Remy, her eyes

was Damien; she

sea, and apples were his

are you doing

could feel Alyssa's surging

Remy with

pass by," Remy replied, shifting his gaze away from Alyssa's pale

lovely,

dull." Jameson's face fell.

by that?"

willing to

you ask me, this rose garden might as well be a field

not sweet enough yet." Jameson's eyes

hands into

"Mr.

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

with you today, being all so chatty?" Remy

smiled because

"That's true, typically.

despise, I can't help but