Can’t Win Me Back

Amber stifled a laugh and teased, "Stop talking, Mr. Whitaker.

You're going to sound like a broken record if you keep going." After breakfast and a quick packing session, Axel departed from Heightsnew Villa.

Amber spent her day helping the Taylors with various tasks.

She assisted Mandy in organizing documents for Lovelace Group's projects, helped Lyla with cooking, and even joined Colene in feeding her horse.

With Tatiana's due date approaching, Amber also pitched in for her shower preparations.

Amber had always been a diligent person, but today, she seemed particularly intent on keeping herself busy.

She was counting down the hours until nightfall.

After dinner, the Taylors sat in the living room and chatted casually as they always did.

The warm, familial atmosphere filled the space, and Amber joined in, her perceptive nature making her a seamless part of the group.

When everyone retired to their rooms, Amber rose to help the helpers clear the table.

"Amber." Startled, Amber turned to see Winston standing nearby, supported by Neil.

"M-Mr.

Taylor." Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly straightened up.

Winston had always addressed her formally as "Ms.

after learning about

never openly opposed them, but neither had he offered any encouragement, maintaining a

the first time, he called her by her first

Amber's heart raced.

formal after knowing each other for so long?" A warm smile

shouldn't call

Taylor anymore.

is it that young people nowadays would say?" Neil chimed

Work vibes.

call me Winston." "Winston," Amber managed, her voice catching slightly as she

she was holding, Winston's

gentle tone, he said, "Amber, you're my son's

just an important guest—you're

these tasks to the helpers

struck a chord deep within Amber, and tears welled

and she

came to see me before he left for work this

did you know? I haven't had a proper conversation with him ina

came to bid me goodbye before he left

see all that." Winston

me he

would register his marriage with you after he returned, and he invited me to witness

not show it, but

asked me for anything—not since he was a

I've often felt dispensable,