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.

leaned weakly against the headboard, watching Alyssa's delicate face as she slept. His chapped, pale lips curled into a relieved and blissful

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

just too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off of you; you'd be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so

low and husky as

his voice crack, go

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

and planted

was really tempted to address her as "Mrs. Schmidt". Yet, he couldn't

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

he refused to

with a tray. "Mr. Schmidt,

shock, and she nearly dropped the tray.

for that.