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.

even after learning about her relationship

them, but neither had he offered any encouragement, maintaining a cool and neutral

for the first time, he called her by her first name,

Amber's heart raced.

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

shouldn't call me

Taylor anymore.

people nowadays would say?"

Work vibes.

managed, her voice catching slightly as

trash she was holding, Winston's expression

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

not just an important

to the helpers next

a chord deep within

lips trembled, and she stood

me before he left

I haven't had a proper conversation with him

also been ages since he came to bid me

see all that."

he told me

register his marriage with you after he returned, and he invited me to witness the registration of your

show it, but

for anything—not since

often felt dispensable, like I didn't matter to