Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

On their way back, Jordan was in charge of driving while Angelina sat in the front passenger seat. Keeping Landon company, she said to him, "Mr. Landon, we need to keep our guard up for the time being.

"Jameson Schmidt is the owner of The Millennium, and he'll definitely catch wind of what happened tonight at his clubhouse. I'm worried he might use your action against Preston tonight to stab you in the back."

"Whatever. He's just a paper tiger." His tone was sharp and arrogant as ever. He rasped, "I've gotten what I wanted anyway. Preston's man hurt you in the leg, so I took his arm. We're even now. As for the rest, I don't fucking care."

"Mr. Landon, thank you for getting back at him on my behalf." Angelina's eyes grew misty. Choking, it took her a while to speak. "But I hope this will be the last time. I will avenge myself in the future. I do not want you to get into trouble over someone like me."

He pursed his lips and fell silent.

"Mr. Landon, would you like to head home?" Jordan saw Landon having a shut-eye in the back through the rearview mirror.

"Home? Do I still have a home?" Coughing, Landon felt the bitterness spread across him. "The moment Lauren left, I no longer have a home. I cannot bring myself to return to Sage Manor."

These days, he called the hotel presidential suite his home, as he had nowhere else to go. With his wealth, he could have bought ten more villas, but he was scared of being alone in an empty house.

Any building that resembled a home would evoke his deep yearning for Lauren. Each corner would reignite the happy memories he'd shared with her.

His longing for her was worse than death. One day, he might be crushed under the pain.

a cigarette," he said in a hoarse

been smoking too much lately. The doctor made it clear that cigarettes and alcohol are bad for your health. You have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, and you can't

was speaking, Jordan stepped on the brakes, causing them

Landon narrowed his

on Jordan's forehead. He honked repeatedly. "M-Mr. Landon, a car is in our way,

as the Harpers', carried a unique monotone carplate. In Solana

trouble. She said to Jordan in exasperation,

opposite view. "Let's

Mr. Landon,

against traffic. If anything, they should have backed up and yielded to us. If

Landon. He accelerated and collided with the car

opposite car angrily came over to argue with them, but Jordan

you notice our special carplate at all? My goodness!" The driver yelled at them insolently, "Are you going to take responsibility if anything happens

Angelina finally made out the face of the man

she gasped, "Mr. Landon, that's Mayor Hodgson's son,

He cast a threatening look at Freddy

the protection of his bodyguard. The air between the two men was