Can’t Win Me Back

Tears welled up in Alyssa's eyes as she clung desperately to Remy's shirt, wrinkling it in her grip.

“I miss Dad and my brothers.

I miss Jasper...

Please let me go home...

Okay? Please..." Remy listened in silence, his steps firm and unyielding, offering no response.

"Return Lyse to me!" Jameson, unaware of how he looked, chased after them frantically and blocked Remy's path, his eyes bloodshot with desperation.

"You haven't married Ms. Alyssa yet.

Technically, she's not yours." Remy stared at Jameson's pale face, his gaze calm and unbothered.

"And if I handed her to you, do you think you could carry her?" Jameson trembled, his weak body betraying him as he withdrew his shaking hands.

Though Alyssa was physically and mentally drained, her mind was unusually clear after the recent shock.

Remy's words hinted at something deeper.

body deteriorating to the point of collapse? The sea breeze

holding Alyssa securely in his

coldly, "There's going to be

dead at sea tonight." The look in Remy's eyes

heart skipped a beat, a mix of

a phone or computer, she had no way

hurricane, would you have let me go? "

with you." Alyssa blinked, her puffy

shake the feeling that the man

already started seeing

onto a sliver of hope that, even after being wounded and possibly losing his memory, the kind, cheerful, and upright character she once knew still

was to stop you from being with Jameson." Remy's gaze was as deep as the sea as he looked down

was Sir's

would've stopped me anyway?" "Yes," he answered without any

heart sank, feeling like it was being pulled deeper and deeper, the pain

gave Jameson

longer useful, Sir will take it

never makes losing deals." "Who is this 'Sir' you all speak of?" Alyssa's voice was rough as she asked