Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

One agonizing hour later, Jasper served up a few fairly presentable dishes on the dining table.

He could manage simple dishes. Once the complexity of the dishes had increased, he realized he wasn't talented at cooking!

Moreover, these were dishes he had completed under Alyssa's supervision. If he had relied on himself, dinner would most likely be served at midnight.

By the time Jasper was done, his forehead was covered in sweat. His white shirt was also completely soaked in his sweat.

Alyssa noticed all these, and her heart ached for him. She picked up a piece of tissue to wipe his sweat for him.

She pouted, "Winston is so troublesome. He has so many cooks at home. There is also Lyla, who is such a capable cook. Why did he insist on staying when he could have all the scrumptious food at home? He's just making things difficult for others!"

"Lyse, you and Mr. Taylor haven't seen each other in a long time. Plus, you said it yourself that he can stay and try my cooking."

Jasper didn't see it as troublesome at all. On the contrary, he enjoyed the heartwarming moment of cooking with the woman he loved.

Alyssa felt terrible that her sarcastic invitation ended up tormenting Jasper. Her face flushed red with anger. "I was saying that out of spite! Wasn't he able to tell?"

"It's alright, Lyse."

Jasper wrapped his arm around her slender waist, comforting her softly, "I've been thinking of doing something for Mr. Taylor anyway. Even if it is a simple meal."

"You're thinking of getting in his good books?"

to him until the

you should just forget about that thought. Winston is very unreasonable. You can bombard him with as much flattery as you would

matter whether he's

loudly,

her eyes. Winston

I guess I made things difficult for Jasper. I thought that

as he took a seat

Jasper didn't respond.

said that you'd stay. No one forced you

cooked for anyone personally. So far, I was the only one. You've lucked out today,

Winston was speechless.

himself

daughter. Their manner of speech and tone of voice were the same. It was

his back. He picked up his cutleries and

own heartbeat anymore. He held his breath as he watched and

to prove himself. His emotions

of charge for you, or do you own a salt farm? These vegetables are all overcooked. They don't look fresh at all.

his comments as he devoured

wouldn't have great comments for him. But he hadn't expected it to be this bad. He could only respond with