Can’t Win Me Back

Julien was gradually losing his patience.

He glanced at his watch before snapping, "If you've got something to say, spit it out.

I'm not wasting more time here." "Do you like watching movies, Dr.

Lovelace?" Uri disregarded Julien's growing frustration and chuckled slyly.

"I know Jonah does.

I've got a film he'll find quite special." As soon as he finished, the large screen came to life, casting a glow on Julien's confused face.

The surround sound system produced amorous-sounding laughter, making it an immersive experience.

Julien recognized Jonah's voice quickly.

But the other one—the warm, crisp, pleasant voice—belonged to a stranger.

"Jonah, do you love me?" the man in the video asked gleefully.

"T do." Jonah's deep, raspy voice quivered slightly with emotion.

"I love you.

Very much.

I'll love you forever.” Jonah was typically so composed and restrained.

raw passion in his voice was

"What if...

The man's voice was gentle though

thick with emotion." Don't say that! If you

I don't want that.

want you to

day comes, I hope you'll remember me forever." Julien suddenly felt a rush of heat in his chest, as though all

beat,

trembling hands gripped the couch, the white roses he

Jonah and a striking man, their heads leaning

gaze locked on the

Julien knew with painful clarity that it wasn't

roses slipped from his grasp, scattering across

any couple deeply in love, and Julien was

Jonah using a handheld camera and documenting their

breezy evenings on the balcony, clinked glasses, and laughed as though

that man was Jonah'‘s sole

had lived through those moments

once so sweet,

purgatory, a place where he was

"Dr.

hoarse,

"Let me introduce him.