Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2234

It had only been a few days since Alyssa last saw Jameson, yet he was no longer the refined, wealthy, and confident man she once knew. The air of leadership that used to radiate from him was gone.

Now, the Jameson sitting across from her looked pale and worn out. His usually immaculate hair was slightly tousled, and his sharp eyes were now bloodshot.

The once proud fourth son of the Schmidt family had fallen-reduced to a mere, lowly prisoner.

Still, when he heard Alyssa was visiting, he made an excuse to go to the washroom. Splashing water on his face, he quickly combed his disheveled hair. His pride had been shattered years ago when he first went to Kontina, but he still wanted to appear somewhat presentable for her.

Jameson's pride had vanished in that first year. From then on, the fourth son of the Schmidt family ceased to exist. All that remained was a man consumed by hatred and evil, stepping over the dead to claw his way to the top.

He cleaned himself up only for Alyssa. Yes, he still loved her. But he had long accepted that he was never worthy of her from the start. Forcing things had only caused pain.

Their eyes met through the thick glass. Jameson studied her silently, saying nothing for a long time. In the end, it was Alyssa who broke the silence, her voice flat as she noticed the bruise on his lip and the cut on his forehead.

up?" she

into a faint smile. "I'm not exactly liked here. I'm vicious, merciless.... the worst

fighter. I didn't think you'd

you might not believe me, but these last few days

it seemed that way. But every night, I was haunted by nightmares. And every morning, all I thought about was how to fight, how to get revenge for my

vision's not that bad. I wore them because they made me feel like I had a mask

I thought you would have taken your

wish for me to plead guilty and be punished?" Jameson smiled. "I wanted to make your wish

matter how deep his feelings ran, they couldn't

filled with tears as he gazed at her, committing her face to memory. He wanted this moment to stay with him

her emotions in check. "I know it's pointless to ask. You hate him. I don't expect you to feel guilt, but if you refuse to answer, then this will

It was Sir who gave me the medication. I have no idea

was always

forward, her voice strained with desperation. "This "Sir' you