Can't Win Me Back

A black Lamborghini parked across the road rolled down its windows, revealing Jasper’s chiseled

features.

Lips pursed and eyes burning, he fixated on the Bentley that drove away. He recalled how Alyssa and

Jameson went about in a pair and felt a jolt of pain that coursed through his veins.

He hadn’t slept for two days. Even the sleeping pills were useless now.

He had been out of it since he parted ways with Alyssa at the concert. While he usually maintained a high level of focus at work, he had been struggling to pay attention to the recent reports.

He couldn’t quite pinpoint why he had fallen into this state, but he knew Alyssa was at the root of his

troubles. That was why he had come to the KS World Hotel alone, without informing Xavier, and had been

waiting for Alyssa since 1:00 pm.

He admitted that he was dying to meet Alyssa, even if it was just for the sake of sleeping better that night.

He was hit hard by the sight of Jameson with Alyssa, and a throbbing headache suddenly struck him. His

vision even started to blur.

Setting aside his sleep troubles, he nearly suffered a heart attack.

With an intense look in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator. The sports car sped down the road, going after the Bentley.

Heightsnew Villa was brimming with activity that evening as the maids bustled about to make

preparations for the guests.

Winston had requested the presence of his children who were able to attend. Jonah, Silas, and Cyrus had

already arrived at the villa, with Alyssa en route to join them.

Meanwhile, Tatiana couldn’t take leave because she was working on important coursework, a decision

supported by Lyla. Lyla thought it wasn’t necessary for Tatiana to take leave for a casual dinner.

Holding a cup in his hand, Silas glanced at Jonah and Cyrus and shook his head. “Looks like it will be

another testosterone-charged night. It’s always you two bachelors. Why is it so hard to meet my sisters?”

“I have two days off after our team solved a huge case. If not, you won’t be seeing me for a long time. I’d

be Rapunzel, locked away in a tower.”

Cyrus, clad in a leather jacket, reclined on the couch with his legs crossed. His time in the police force had stripped away any air of the son from a wealthy family.

As the youngest Taylor son, he bore the greatest resemblance to Winston, featuring dark brows, round eyes, a prominent nose, and full lips. He had a healthy tan that accentuated his bright eyes.

“What’s with that corny metaphor?” Silas pretended to barf. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Better than saying we were separated like Romeo and Juliet, which I almost did.”

Suddenly, Jonah and Silas were jolted by an unexpected noise. Although Cyrus appeared composed, he swiftly raised his hand to intercept a walnut hurtling toward him from nowhere.

The speed of his reaction was superhuman.

“Hehe! Mom, thanks for picking a large walnut for me. You know I love walnuts.” Cyrus sat up from the couch and placed the walnut on the coffee table. He cracked it open and savored the kernel with a grin.

“Look at the way you carry yourself! You don’t seem like you belong to the Taylor family at all. Did you enlist in the police force or become a spy for a gang?” Mandy questioned with her hand on her hip.

Then, she stormed up to his son with a disappointed look.

“They’re one and the same,” Cyrus responded with a grin, extending his hand toward Mandy while

continuing to chew on the walnut. “One is not enough. Do you have more?”

“What’s that you’re wearing? Get back to your room and change into something proper!” Mandy, who was

always elegant, broke character and gave her son a kick in the back.

She continued, “I don’t care how you act in the forces. You are the seventh son when you’re back home, and you’ll dress up accordingly. Victor and the others will be here soon. You’d better not embarrass your

dad!”

Winston rested on the vintage leather couch in his study, peering through photos of Alyssa and Jameson

through a pair of glasses.

“I have been monitoring Ms. Alyssa’s blind dates per your instructions,” Neil reported. “She did not stay in

contact with the other men on the list, but she is frequently in touch with the Schmidt fellow.”

Winston flipped through the photos repeatedly and asked, “Did that guy do anything out of line to her?”

“No. Jameson Schmidt is a gentleman and knows his boundaries when he’s with Ms. Alyssa.”