Can’t Win Me Back

Jasper stumbled into the hotel's back garden and stopped by the pond. He panted hard, feeling as if he were drowning. Even so, he could not return to his usual composure.

As he shook all over, he bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. The bone-piercing cold spread through his body, but he still couldn't suppress the throbbing pain in his temples.

His eyes became bloodshot. He stuffed that handful of snow into his mouth and swallowed all of it.

He couldn't suppress it. He couldn't suppress it at all.

The pills. He needed those pills!

"Mr. Jasper? What are you doing here?" Sheryl's surprised voice came from behind Jasper.

He held his breath, his fingers tightening around the snow in his grasp, veins bulging as he clenched his fists. Slowly, he straightened his back and turned to face her.

"I came out for some fresh air," he answered in an extremely hoarse voice.

Sheryl narrowed her eyes and studied him. "Mr. Jasper, you look awful. Are you feeling unwell?"

of sweat trickled down

you must let me know promptly if you have run

with a grim look in her eyes. She took another step closer. "The medication has to be taken on time according

without warning. "I'm much better now. I don't need it

after that, she put on a gentle smile and

knitted his brows together tightly and tumed

head up, her eyes gleaming with a playful light. She stood

witnessed this flirtatious scene with her own eyes. Her heart wrenched. Frantically, she avoided them by hiding behind a faux rock. Yet, she couldn't help but peek at that romantic pair in the snow through the gap

After that, she retrieved a delicate-looking gift box from the pocket of her white coat and handed

friends, and it's just something inexpensive. Why

the gift. There's no way that

arrogantly stuffed

surprised to see that Sheryl's actions reminded him somewhat of

no matter how ridiculous she was