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, pale lips curled into

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

be true, I can't take my eyes off of

songs, his voice low and husky as he traced Alyssa's nose with the tip of his

voice crack, go off-key, and

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

leaned forward and planted

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

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

this final moment, he refused to lie

knock sounded, and a helper entered with a tray. "Mr. Schmidt, it's time for your

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

need for