Can’t Win Me Back

As soon as Alyssa's health allowed for her discharge, she left the hospital swiftly without informing her family.

Sean had just assisted her into the car when her phone rang.

The call was from Rosie.

"Mrs. Rosie, how have you been?" Alyssa couldn't hold the phone herself, her hands still bandaged, so Sean held it for her.

"I'm doing well.

Madam, I heard from Mr. Jasper that you were injured?" Rosie's voice was concerned.

"| have been discharged from the hospital.

Don't worry." Alyssa couldn't help but recall the soup she had splattered across Jasper's three-piece suit the other day.

To her surprise, she discovered that he had prepared for such an outcome.

It was as though he had predicted she might throw the soup.

He had left one more serving of soup in the thermal flask just in case.

Feeling hungry after their heated argument, Alyssa managed to sit up in bed with effort.

After he left, she finished the last remnants of soup from the thermal flask.

"Mrs. Rosie, did you ask Mr. Jasper to deliver soup to me while I was hospitalized?" Alyssa smiled.

"The soup was delicious.

I could tell that you made it.

Thank you." "It wasn't me, Madam.

I wasn't the one who made the soup.

Mr. Jasper made it for you personally!" "He did?" Alyssa was stupefied.

"Mr. Jasper went to the countryside the day before to buy a wild chicken.

He came back covered in mud, his suit covered in feathers, and smelling like chicken poop! Can you believe a neatly dressed gentleman like him did that?" Rosie couldn't help but giggle as she recalled the scene.

seen him grow up, but I've never seen him

out to

it, he'd become the biggest joke of the

heart pounded against her chest

was even more chaos the next

did in the

the kitchen looked like it was a crime

has killed terrorists while he was on the battlefield, right? According to him, slaughtering chickens is way more difficult than killing a

nearby Alyssa, overheard what

He was rendered speechless.

on the other hand, let out

did not know how she should

guided Mr. Jasper as he prepared the chicken soup for you, so it's only natural that it tasted similar to

it was all his

what Mr. Jasper is like? He may

been in his heart." Alyssa felt a wave of emotions—bitterness mixed

piece of candy in a pile

stared blankly into space as she sat in

of those complex emotions

her through the rearview mirror from his

the tears in Alyssa's

"Ms.

you back to Heightsnew Villa," he offered in a

don't want to

into

KS Group, are you? You need to rest." "Let's make a trip to Fifth Prison." Once Jasper's influence on her

weighed on her face disappeared, replaced by a

remember the inmate Mr. Steven mentioned? I want to visit

this

want to meet that ruthless killer—Justin's

curious about the Duttons." Sean

Then, he asked, "Ms.

isn't anything more to that prisoner, but that he's just a normal prisoner? Would you still help him out?" "T will." Alyssa curled her lips upward into

just take it as doing a good deed." It was a weekday today, so traffic wasn't particularly

at the entrance to Fifth

"Ms.

outside and you