Can’t Win Me Back

At first, Jameson had no intention of touching her.

His love for her was so profound that he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He was well aware that this wedding was far from perfect, decent, or presentable.

In fact, it was almost absurd.

But the fact that she refused to even pretend or put on a show during his final days was unbearable.

Alyssa watched as Jameson's chest was gradually exposed, a bead of sweat trailing down his sculpted abs, his skin flushed with a pink hue of arousal.

Her eyes widened in terror, her face burning with embarrassment.

It hurt.

It hurt all over.

Pain spread throughout her insides and to every nerve ending.

Just as his hands reached to tear her nightgown, he caught a glint of cold steel in his peripheral vision.

He held his breath.

Somehow, Alyssa had gotten her hands on a sharp knife.

She had positioned it right at his chest in the blink of an eye.

She would be aiming at his heart if she moved it a little to the side.

"Where did you get that from, Lyse?" After amoment of shock, Jameson smiled gently.

didn't even

you dare to touch

kill

bloodshot, and her hand trembled as

Remy that day, he hurriedly left, forgetting to

the opportunity to snatch it and tuck it away under

tranquilizer rendered

draining every last bit of strength

tried to touch her again, she would kill

certainly would! Jameson's lips curled into a slight smile, tenderness in his eyes as he

knife slowly pressed

nearly overwhelmed, struggling to keep a firm

to live." Jameson's body shook with pain, his

been diagnosed with a terminal

My days are numbered.

you stay with me during my final days?"

so

you deserve!" Tears streaming down her face, Alyssa roared with fury, "Jameson, do you think you deserve a peaceful end? That's impossible! "You pushed for the wedding quickly because

aware you can't stay hidden

"Listen...

you arrested alive! I want you to stand trial, make a public apology, and be judged fairly so that the souls of the dead can find peace!" Initially,

to

belonged to Jasper

rather die than let him

you're right." Jameson laughed harshly, his gaunt,

know I'm

spoke, he wrenched the knife from her grasp, ignoring the cut it made on

above her

her feel like he was trying to devour her, to keep her locked inside him