Can’t Win Me Back

Coincidentally, both Jasper's and Newton's expressions darkened, and they both fell into silence. It was as if they had read each other's minds and learned that neither of them wanted to let Justin in. Yet, their unwelcome guest had already taken the liberty of coming in. Ben, who had been waiting at the door, reluctantly opened it for Justin.

"Grandpa, I heard that your condition suddenly flared up. How are you feeling? Are you feeling better now?"

Then, as if only just noticing Jasper in the room, Justin's eyes flickered briefly. He gave a warm smile. "Oh, Jasper. You're here too."

Jasper's expression remained grim. He nodded slightly. "Hey, Justin."

"If I'd known Jasper was here, I would've come tomorrow instead. I don't want to disrupt your rest." Justin wheeled himself over to Newton's bedside.

"It's fine, Justin," Newton replied, though his smile seemed forced. "But it's late, and you're not in great health yourself. You didn't have to make a trip to visit me."

Justin leaned forward slightly, a subtle gleam in his eyes. "Grandpa, you've always treated me the best and loved me the most. I wouldn't feel right not being by your side while you're in the hospital." Newton's body trembled slightly beneath the blanket at Justin's words.

masked his doubts, a skill essential for someone

years, Jasper had become adept at concealing his emotions, though it often left him feeling isolated. Recently, those feelings had begun to resurface, filling his lonely nights with a sense of

it urgent? Jasper isn't an outsider. You can just go

you and Justin to chat. See you." Jasper didn't want

he could faintly hear Justin's voice. There was a sense of tenderness in his voice which he had never heard before. "Grandpa, I've found someone I

Newton asked, "Oh? There's someone who caught your fancy? Is she someone from Mosgravia, or did

someone you know. Not just you-Jasper knows

breeze spread across Justin's elegant and charming face. He continued, "It's

for Alyssa?" Newton's

door, Jasper caught every word. Each one pierced his chest like a slender needle, invisible yet sharp, leaving wounds

Justin admitted with