Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 2195

Alyssa's cell phone was long gone. There was no television or computer in the room either. She had no idea how many days had passed since arriving on this island.

Having been injected with a high dose of tranquilizer, although she was awake, she was almost paralyzed from the neck down. In this state, she was like a hopeless yet appealing live mannequin.

The silence in the luxurious and chilly room was suffocating. Even the wind and waves couldn't be heard. Clearly, this room was quite some distance away from the sea.

It was a gilded cage that Jameson had crafted for her.

Alyssa's limp body lay on the light yellow bedding. She was no longer wearing the outfit she had on when she came. Instead, she was forced to change into a thin, red-colored lace nightgown.

Like a delicate rose, she seemed to wither, inch by inch, losing all signs of life.

A female helper on the island had dressed her in that nightgown.

Despite Jameson's cruelty toward everyone else, he had never forced himself on Alyssa. He truly loved her to the core. At the same time, he truly couldn't bear to see her cry.

Alyssa looked out the window, lying completely still. The deep orange skies of dusk dimmed gradually as the sun set. The beautiful colors eventually disappeared entirely and were replaced by a heart-wrenching darkness.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Her swollen eyes glistened with unshed tears. She bit down hard, willing them back.

After a while, a knock came at the door, followed by familiar footsteps.

'Lyse, it's time to eat."

Jameson entered, carrying a tray to the side of the bed. His voice was unusually gentle. "I made your favorites," he said.

Alyssa turned her pale face away. Even though she was paralyzed, every nerve in her body was filled with hate and resistance against Jameson.

He stood over her.

The smooth silk fabric highlighted Alyssa's graceful figure. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow, contrasting her frail and pallid face.

Yet, this sight made him feel all the more to possess her.

"You haven't eaten or drank anything since you got here. Your body won't be able to take it if you go on like this."

Jameson placed the tray down on the bedside table. He turned to his side and sat down next to her. With his chilly hands, he held her ankles. Inch by inch, his trembling hands traveled upward.

The hoarseness of his voice revealed his level of restraint. "There's no use being mad at me. Why would you torment yourself like that?

"Since you've never considered ending your life, and you're constantly thinking about escaping me, all the more you should be eating your meals well and making sure you're in good health. Don't you think so?"

"Hah..." Alyssa's eyes were bloodshot. Her chapped lips curled into a smirk of disgust. "I'm no different from a dead person. I can't move at all. Is there a difference between eating and not eating?"

"Lyse, you're being sneaky again."

Jameson smiled, his eyes overflowing with tenderness. "We grew up together. No one knows you better than I do. You're trying to use reverse psychology on me so that I will stop using any tranquilizers on you. Then, you'll find a chance to fight back and escape from me.

"If possible, I really wouldn't want to drug you, Lyse. But you're too intelligent. You will think of a way to escape if I'm slightly distracted. I put everything on the table to get you. No matter what, I am not going to lose you. Never." Jameson's breathing was heavy. As his warm hand reached beneath her gown, he could feel her trembling in fear. He was stunned. As much as he yearned to have her, he clenched his teeth and retracted his hand. "In my eyes, everything that you do is trash."

Alyssa's nostrils flared in rage. She continued without even looking at him, "I won't be going anywhere. Fuck off. I don't want to see you."

Right after Alyssa said that, she suddenly felt the world spun before her eyes.

Jameson scooped her limp body up by the waist, and she found herself in his arms once again. She was being confined in a firm hold, with her body pressed right up against his. Content belong to NôvelDráma. Org.

"Have some chowder, will you?"

With a smile on his face, Jameson lowered his eyes, pressed his forehead against her forehead, and touched his nose against her nose.

If he disregarded the burning hatred within Alyssa's eyes, they were just like a pair of intimate lovers.

'It's fish chowder, made from fish I caught from the sea this morning. The fish was slaughtered live, so it's really fresh.

'Do you remember the time when you took me fishing by the lake at Heightsnew Villa when we were kids? You looked so adorable when you went into the water in your red rain boots to catch fish. From that time on, you have been impressed on my heart... I will never forget it."

Such loving words, but all they did was make Alyssa's stomach church.

Jameson's heart broke for her as he brushed his fingers against her cracked lips. "You must be parched. Here, have some water first."

He picked up the glass and put the rim against her lips, tilting some water into her mouth.