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.

delicate face as she slept. His chapped,

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

can't take my eyes off of you; you'd be like Heaven

and husky as he traced Alyssa's

made his voice crack, go off-key, and unbearable

hear him either. Still, he knew that if he didn't sing to

morning, Lyse." Jameson leaned forward and planted a kiss on her

really tempted to address her as "Mrs. Schmidt". Yet, he couldn't bring himself to say it

wedding and shared the same bed, Alyssa would never actually be his-not for even a moment. Cóntent

final moment, he refused to lie to

helper entered with a tray. "Mr. Schmidt,

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

need for