Can’t Win Me Back

In an instant, the woman burst into tears.

Remy, in an alarmed state, scanned the area outside the car. Satisfied that he was momentarily safe, he loosened his grip on the woman, only to discover his palms were damp.

The woman's face was drenched in tears.

As he stared into her misty eyes, recognition dawned on him-she was the woman who had chased him at the hospital, frantically calling him "Damien".

This could only mean she was Damien Taylor's mother.

Remy straightened abruptly, putting distance between himself and Mandy. A surge of emotion tightened his chest, leaving him shaken.

Silence blanketed the car.

Despite her usual composure, Mandy was overwhelmed. Her tears were unstoppable as she gazed at him. Nothing else seemed to matter.

At that moment, Mandy's driver opened the car door and climbed in, saying, "Mrs. Taylor, here are the desserts you ordered for Mr. Taylor-"

as he reached for the door

in her eyes, Mandy latched onto Remy's arm in

tightened, enough to make even a man as strong as Remy wince. She didn't dare let

stranger beside Mandy. Alarm bells rang in his mind. Was this man a kidnapper? He was

cried out, "It's

wide with disbelief. He was a dangerous man serving an even more sinister master. His presence alone radiated menace, and children who accidentally crossed his path on the streets often burst

rearview mirror. His bloodshot eyes gleamed with a savage ferocity, a bloodthirsty intensity that sent shivers

from a good man-rotten to the very core,

hurt her, her driver

about earlier," Remy

him, her voice soft yet insistent. "Who were those people? Why were they chasing you? And all this blood-are you hurt? Let me

made his heart lurch.

people sought him out, hoping to reunite with him. Among them was a woman who, with motherly affection, offered

his soul, a fragile sense of connection. But deep

he felt was unlike anything