Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 2214

What did you say? Wedding... right now?" Alyssa trembled, pressing her hands against his chest. She glanced at the trees swaying wildly in the storm outside the window, wondering if she'd heard him wrong.

"Yes, right now." Jameson's gaze was deep, gentle, and full of affection.

Alyssa's eyes widened in shock.

Jameson suddenly wanted to marry her in the dead of night under such terrible weather conditions.

Could it be that he knew his hideout had been exposed? Had Jasper and her brothers discovered her location? Was that why Jameson was rushing his plans?

Jameson sat on the bed, wrapping his arms around her. He leaned down, picked up a pair of red heels he had prepared, and carefully slipped them onto her feet, one by one.

"When I was young, my mother told me that a bride who gets married on a rainy day is someone with a temper."

He stared intently at her pale face, his gaze calm and deep. His cold lips brushed light kisses against her cheeks. "Look at the storm outside. It just shows how incredible my wife will be in the future.

"Lyse, after we marry, you must control me as fiercely as you can. I love it when you scold me and lose your temper with me. It's the only way I'll know you care."

As Jameson continued to speak, his voice faltered, and his eyes reddened further.

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Alyssa screamed internally as she allowed Jameson to caress her. Her muscles and nerves were stiff with tension.

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Jasper would find her. He had to!

Jameson removed his suit jacket, wrapping it around her trembling body. He lifted her in a princess carry and walked toward the rose garden.

There was no wedding gown, no family present, and no proper witness. The wedding Jameson offered Alyssa was just like his short, dim life-full of flaws and regret.

But marrying her, having her, becoming her husband-this was his lifelong dream.

He would make this wedding happen, even if the heavens were against him,

A massive glass shed stood in the rose garden. Amid the tempest, the entire structure seemed to tremble as if it could collapse at any moment.

There was no joy, none of the happiness one should feel at a wedding.

Jameson's helpers and subordinates filled the area outside the garden.

Remy was also among them. He stood at the very front with an expressionless look on his face. He watched as Alyssa walked into the blood-red field of roses, unwilling and constrained in Jameson's arms. He saw the suffering, hatred, and misery etched on her pallid face.

So dazzling, yet so broken.

For some reason, a tightness built in his chest. The unfamiliar discomfort made him furrow his brows.

A witness, arranged by Jameson, approached in a priest's outfit.

Suddenly, Jameson tightened his grip on Alyssa, forcing her to turn and face Remy, who stood a short distance away. "Mr. Lexington, please step forward."

Surprise flickered across Remy's cold face, but he walked over anyway.

"I heard Lyse call you Damien. It seems you resemble that family member of hers who died in a plane crash.'

Jameson pulled Alyssa in by her trembling waist. With a sincere smile on his face, he said, It's been a long time since Lyse left home. I'm sure she misses home and her family very much. So, I'd like you to be our witness. Seeing you here will make her feel more at ease- like she's home.'

Alyssa's bloodshot eyes widened in shock as she stared at him in disbelief.