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.

holiday greetings, they had little contact, so Justin wasn't particularly close to him anymore. What he felt more for him

"Mr. Beckett, we're here."

snapped out of his thoughts and raised his

of them stood an impressive Wictorian mansion, exuding an atmosphere of seclusion and

not inferior to Madam's Heightsnew Villa,"

been doing quite well overseas. This mansion

lips. His childish competitiveness rose

felt that he had said the wrong thing and awkwardly scratched

treasure every strand of

the car first and

Just as he was fastening his suit button, a subtle fragrance

to have a calming effect, relieving

Mr. Beckett," a cool female

and saw a slender and graceful woman in

Gillis, Mr.

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

and fixed his sharp eyes on

made him feel somewhat familiar. But after searching through

"The pleasure's mine."

be rude. Thus, he quickly shook her hand, as if prolonging the contact for an extra second would ignite