Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

After a few rings, the call connected.

"Jasper, I'm really surprised and pleased that you'd call me." Justin's voice was as gentle and warm as ever but with a hint of weakness.

"Justin, how are you doing?"

Jasper, who was typically straightforward, wanted to get straight to the point. But since he needed something from Justin, he had to start with some small talk.

"The same as usual, hanging on to life with medication every day. It's causing me to lose my hair," Justin joked. "Jasper, do you think I'll turn bald next time we meet?"

"I'm in Mosgravia right now," Jasper said seriously, no longer in the mood for jokes.

"Oh? Really? When did you arrive?"

"The night before last."

Jasper took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Justin, I have something urgent to discuss with you. Can we meet?"

That evening, Jasper and Xavier went to the address provided by Justin together.

Along the way, Jasper's jaw remained tense.

He and Justin were blood-related brothers and got along well in their youth. Even though they were not born of the same mother, Justin had taken care of him a lot as an older brother.

for over a decade. Apart from occasional holiday greetings, they had little contact, so Justin wasn't particularly

"Mr. Beckett, we're here."

snapped out of his thoughts and

impressive Wictorian mansion, exuding an atmosphere of

not inferior to

looks like Mr. Justin has been doing quite well overseas.

his lips. His childish competitiveness rose again. "It's nowhere near as good as

had said the wrong thing and

so much, to the point that he would treasure every strand of her hair.

car first and respectfully opened the

out with long strides. Just as he was fastening his suit button, a subtle fragrance wafted over him. It seemed to be the elegant scent of

to have a calming effect, relieving some

Beckett," a cool female voice greeted

a slender and graceful woman

Sheryl Gillis, Mr. Justin's

her hand politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.

and fixed his sharp eyes on

But after searching through his

"The pleasure's mine."

her hand, as if prolonging the contact for an extra