Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Alyssa lifted her wrist and checked the time. "I'll eat before we go. I need to recharge. Who knows if there might be a war to fight?" Sean frowned. "Are you sure you want to head there alone, Ms. Alyssa? Aren't you at least going to inform Mr. Beckett so he can keep a lookout for you?" The Ivory might be an organization, but it was actually an organization of outlaws! "Who says that I'll be alone? Colene will be there, won't she?" Alyssa responded casually.

"But..." "Plus, Jasper is occupied. He has other things to attend to." Alyssa's gaze was fiery, and she had a bearing of a sharp-witted commander. "We have to make our moves separately so that The Ivory will not end up in chaos." In the afternoon, Marc was in the VIP ward at the hospital. His sideburns had started to go gray.

He was seated in his bed with his back against the headboard while being hooked onto an IV drip. He had just thrown up the lunch that he had just eaten.

Ever since Nathan was arrested, Marc's aging body took a turn for the worse.

Two days ago, Colene cback to visit him. They hadn't seen each other in years and weren't the kinds of people who knew how to express their feelings. Both of them sat there quietly.

Neither of them spoke up even after around an hour. It was as if they were competing with each other, creating a childish yet bitter atmosphere.

Colene broke the silence when Matilda Osborne brought food over. She helped Marc up

be high and mighty. Yet, he had cto a point where he was almost losing his ability

could no longer hold it in and burst out in

Colene still cares for you." She was a

The Ivory addressed her as "Ms. Osborne" whereas Colene would address her politely as

the usual intimidating expression on his

but Ms. Colene has been living a happy life. "Plus, despite his age, Winston managed to maintain his youthful look-like a man in his 40s. He's good-looking, rich, and probably the last of his kind. Ms. Colene is the one who scored herself a good catch." Marc clicked his tongue. "You're singing praises about another man even though I'm still right here. Aren't you afraid that I'd lose it?" He

put d it against her cheek. She rubbed his hand on her cheek gently and continued, "Plus, no matter how kind Winston is, he's not my type. /// love this

level of tenderness that was rarely seen. "If... If you don't mind the way