Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2217

The warm, early morning sun bathed Rose Island in golden light. The fine, white sand on the beach shimmered with a dazzling radiance.

The bedroom Alyssa was in was as dark as night. Heavy, luxurious velvet curtains blocked out the sunlight completely.

In such an atmosphere, someone exhausted from a night of struggle could easily sleep through the day. But Jameson woke up early.

After a night of relentless nightmares, he was drenched in cold sweat, his face ashen. The moment he opened his eyes, he reached out frantically, his hands trembling.

He exhaled in relief when he felt the warmth of Alyssa's body beside him. Then, he sat up in bed.

The bed was a mess, not from lovemaking but from Alyssa's frenzied struggles the night before.

At the very last moment, Jameson forced himself to suppress his urge to dominate her.

headboard, watching Alyssa's delicate face as she slept. His chapped, pale lips

and gently stroked the face he loved so deeply. His touch lingered; he was reluctant to

take my eyes off of you; you'd

low and husky as he traced Alyssa's nose with the

made his voice crack, go off-key, and

didn't sing to her now, he might never have

and planted a kiss on her

as "Mrs. Schmidt". Yet, he couldn't bring himself to say it for

down, he was well aware that even if they had a wedding and shared the same bed, Alyssa would never actually be his-not

he refused to lie to

entered with a

wound on his chest. Her eyes widened in shock, and she nearly dropped the tray. "Mr. Schmidt, you're hurt! I'll

for that.