Can’t Win Me Back

Julien's merciless, hate-filled words hit Jonah like a ton of bricks. The pain was unbearable, a gut-wrenching ache that shattered his heart.

Under the dim lighting, Julien vaguely noticed a sorrowful tear forming at the corner of Jonah's eye. But before it could fall, Jonah forced a blink, swallowing his emotions whole.

Despite Jonah's attempt to brace himself, sorrow engulfed him, a tidal wave of despair. His features mirrored the devastation ripping through his heart.

As Evan opened the driver's side door, Julien lurched forward and vomited again. The sickening sound of him retching echoed in the air as if he were expelling everything inside him.

"Judas, Mr. Lovelace looks like he's suffering from alcohol poisoning. We should take him to the hospital."

Evan's worry deepened at Julien's condition.

Jonah wordlessly removed his suit jacket and began cleaning the mess in the car. His chest tightened painfully as he watched Julien groaning, clearly suffering.

Then, without hesitation, he pulled Julien into his arms.

Jonah knew Julien's alcohol tolerance. He wasn't the type to get drunk easily. For him to be this far gone, something must have driven him to the edge.

Something terrible.

"I'm parched... So parched... It's so warm..."

growing unfocused. He breathed a warm sigh that brushed Jonah's skin before his body went slack, sinking into

what's happening? Julien's burning

the heat radiating through the

"Judas, this isn't normal."

expression. A sudden realization dawned on him. "Someone drugged

mind flashed back to the man who had been shamelessly flirting with Julien earlier. A sharp glint flashed in

on Julien

clipped stream of venom. Minutes later, the man who had targeted Julien was dragged through the back exit of the bar and tossed into the grimy alley

reaching his limit. We need to get him to the hospital immediately!" Evan

need for that.

was rumpled, evidence of Julien's desperate hold. Additionally, his neck was marked by Julien's nails, yet

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hung in the night

hours, Seaview Manor was a place of quietude. Jasper, his countenance clouded, walked

corridor,

voice, rich and deep, sounded from beyond the

alone on the couch with a

you have high blood pressure. You