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.

to the point of collapse? The sea breeze

continued walking, holding Alyssa securely in

crying, he spoke coldly, "There's going to be a hurricane at

the chopper, you would've found yourself dead at sea tonight." The look in Remy's eyes dimmed, and he continued walking

beat, a mix of surprise and fear

had no way of checking the weather

you have let me

mind sharing this with you." Alyssa blinked, her puffy eyes filled

feeling that the man before her

she might have already

hope that, even after being wounded and possibly losing his memory, the kind, cheerful, and upright character

Remy's gaze was as deep as the sea as

was Sir's order."

you would've stopped me anyway?" "Yes," he

was being pulled deeper and deeper, the pain

gave Jameson everything

that he's no longer useful, Sir will take it all

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