Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2216

At first, Jameson had no intention of touching her. His love for her was so profound that he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He was well aware that this wedding was far from perfect, decent, or presentable. In fact, it was almost absurd. But the fact that she refused to even pretend or put on a show during his final days was unbearable.

Alyssa watched as Jameson's chest was gradually exposed, a bead of sweat trailing down his sculpted abs, his skin flushed with a pink hue of arousal.

Her eyes widened in terror, her face burning with embarrassment.

It hurt. It hurt all over.

Pain spread throughout her insides and to every nerve ending.

Just as his hands reached to tear her nightgown, he caught a glint of cold steel in his peripheral vision. He held his breath.

Somehow, Alyssa had gotten her hands on a sharp knife. She had positioned it right at his chest in the blink of an eye.

She would be airing at his heart if she moved it a little to the side.

moment of shock, Jameson smiled gently. He didn't even bat

touch me.. I will kill you!" Alyssa screamed. Her eyes

visited Remy that day, he hurriedly left, forgetting to put away the knife he had used to cut apples. She took

any energy. At this point, she was draining every last bit of strength

to touch her again, she would

lips curled into a slight smile, tenderness in his eyes

knife slowly pressed into his

Alyssa was nearly overwhelmed, struggling to keep a firm grip on

longer to live." Jameson's body shook with pain, his blood trickling down the knife. "I've been diagnosed with a terminal

many

Alyssa roared with fury, "Jameson, do

quickly because you received word that the island had been compromised. You're well aware you can't stay hidden much

you to stand trial, make a public apology, and be

wanted to fight him so aggressively. But she realized he wanted her to surrender

belonged to Jasper and Jasper alone. She would rather die than let

Jameson laughed harshly, his gaunt, chiseled face twisting in a grimace." Lyse, you know I'm wicked,

spoke, he wrenched the knife from her grasp, ignoring the cut

pinned above her head, his lips crashing onto hers with a forceful intensity. The