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.

of collapse? The sea breeze

continued walking, holding Alyssa securely in his

spoke coldly, "There's going to be a hurricane at midnight." Alyssa opened her bleary eyes, looking up

chopper, you would've found yourself dead at sea tonight." The look in Remy's

mix of surprise and

computer, she had no way of checking the weather forecast for the coastal

to be a hurricane, would you have let me

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

shake the feeling that the man before her

might have already started seeing

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

stop you from being with Jameson." Remy's gaze was

Sir's

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

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

gave Jameson everything he

he's no longer useful, Sir will take

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