Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2201

"Your Highness?" Liam's eyes brightened as he caught sight of the slightly naïve yet endearing face that had suddenly appeared before everyone. His heart raced, and he blinked hard, realizing that what he saw was real.

Yuliana bit her lip lightly, quickly glancing at Liam before looking away as if it had never happened. Liam had been the one who insisted they return to their previous relationship. Yet now, seeing Yuliana genuinely moving on, seemingly indifferent to him, he felt as though his heart was being pierced, the pain unbearable.

"Miley, why did you bring Her Highness here?" Jonah went up to them immediately.

Miley's eyes twinkled. "Her Highness came over to help us out."

At that, everyone gathered around her.

Breathing heavily, Jasper urgently queried, "Your Highness, can you help us?"

"I heard that Lyse has gone missing after being abducted by Kontina's master of all evil, Jameson."

Yuliana's eyes were still swollen, and her gentle voice choked with emotion-she had clearly been crying. "I was so worried... So, I asked my father to use the royal family's resources to help search for Lyse within our borders."

Liam's heart skipped a beat. "Yules..."

Jasper, Jonah, and the others were deeply moved. They weren't closely acquainted with Yuliana, having only interacted with her briefly during Landon and Lauren's wedding. Yet, here she was, willing to help. Regardless of the outcome, they were incredibly grateful for her kindness.

reddened, and she secretly glanced at Liam.

in elation. They had been worried about securing the royal family's approval to mobilize military forces. In an instant, the most challenging obstacle

a condition,

"I will agree to whatever condition

to meet his

was stunned, their eyes

frowned. "He wants to see me?

her head. "I don't know. He wants you at the palace first thing tomorrow morning. If you agree to meet him, he'll authorize the military search for Lyse. That's

a serious expression, Jonah pushed all concerns aside.

afternoon sun was finally setting. A helper changed Alyssa into a fiery red, backless dress. As she sat in a wheelchair, Jameson pushed her

than ten helpers were still busy refurbishing the rose garden, working tirelessly to complete the decorations so that Jameson and Alyssa could

would be the lady

roses surrounded

before her brought no joy. Instead,

he ran back to her side. His charm, elegance, and the bright look on his face made him appear youthful and innocent, with no trace of wickedness. Just by looking at him, one could never associate him with murder, abuse, or

Jameson was sweating, his breathing uneven. He got down on one knee and presented the bouquet of red roses to Alyssa. She lowered her gaze to his hands, dirtied and bloodied by

her eyes was

his voice hoarse from the emotions surging within him.