Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 2213

To Alyssa, these five days felt like hell on earth.

She couldn't bring herself to eat or drink, and within two weeks, she had become as thin as a wisp. She lay limply on the bed, her delicate shoulder blades trembling.

She looked pitiful, yet her appearance stirred a desire to conquer and spoil her, never having to worry that she would leave.

During these five days, Alyssa was constantly on edge. Though she was so exhausted she could have slept for days, she only dared to take brief naps, never allowing herself to fall into a deep sleep.

She was afraid-afraid that Jameson would eventually lay his hands on her.

So far, he had only held her and kissed her, but she couldn't trust that the madman wouldn't decide to take things further on a whim.

In the wee hours of the morning, the night sky turned dark and ominous as strong winds began to howl.

Jameson injected himself with adrenaline in the study. Emerging from the room, he dragged his weary body through the dimly lit corridor, where he froze upon spotting Remy leaning against a wall. He forced himself to suppress the rising lump in his throat and asked, "What's up?"

'Your wedding isn't happening, Remy replied, his eyes cold as they met Jameson's pallid face. "Someone shared the news that your location on Rose Island has been exposed. Ms. Alyssa's family and Jasper are probably coming here right now. Mr. Justin has ordered me to take Alyssa away from here."

In truth, Jameson had never intended to keep Alyssa captive on the island forever. He had hoped they could at least spend the time he had left together. But Jasper and the others had found them much sooner than he expected.

Grinding his teeth, he swallowed the blood rising in his mouth. "When

"As soon as possible."

'Just... Lyse?"

'Did you think you'd be included?" Remy asked, a stiff smirk tugging at the comers of his lips. 'Look at yourself. Can you protect Alyssa? You don't have many days left. Can you even still serve Mr. Justin? Besides, this island's scenery is beautiful, the weather perfect for both weddings and funerals."

In other words, was he to die here?

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But Jameson had no objections. He was just a burden to Justin now. So, he should just meet his end quietly.

'There's a typhoon at sea now. You can't leave yet," Jameson said, forcing himself to stay

alert. His eyes gleamed with a cold light as he continued, "Even if you're ready to die, don't drag Lyse down with you."

'Don't worry. If it's what Mr. Justin wants, I'll get her to him, even if it costs me my life." Remy glanced at his wristwatch. "When day breaks, I'll leave with Alyssa."

'That's enough..."

"What?"

That's enough time for our wedding. Jameson pressed a hand to his chest, using the wall for support as he slowly made his way toward the bedroom.

A moment of inexplicable astonishment flashed in Remy's eyes as he watched Jameson's dying form walking away.

Alyssa lay alone in the dark, unable to tell how much time had passed as she listened to the wind howling outside.

Finally, unable to fight off sleep, her head grew heavy and muddled. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard a raspy voice call her name.

'Lyse.'

That was Jameson's voice.

Alyssa jerked awake in surprise, her silk nightgown clinging to her slender body, soaked in cold sweat.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She had just propped herself up to move away when Jameson's icy hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward him. Then he lifted her by the waist, holding her tightly in his arms.

"You don't need to doll yourself up, my dear Lyse. You're a natural beauty. You've always been a stunner," Jameson whispered, kissing her ear. His hoarse voice sent shivers down her spine.

"What are you going to do?" Alyssa shook like a leaf against his chest.

'Marry you." Jameson brushed his pale lips against her neck, his bloodshot eyes boring into her. Each word seemed to tear at her heart. "Marry me, Lyse. Let's have our wedding."