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

smile. "I'm not exactly liked here.

good fighter. I didn't think you'd end up being

but there was a painful honesty in his words. "Lyse, you might not believe me, but these last few days have been the most peaceful

night, I was haunted by nightmares. And every morning, all I thought about was how to

don't even need these. My vision's not that bad. I wore them because they made me feel like I had a mask on. But now, I don't need it

I thought you would have taken your own life before getting

be punished?" Jameson smiled. "I wanted

tone was gentle, as though he was still trying to woo her. But no matter how deep his feelings ran, they couldn't erase Alyssa's pain or the hatred she

weight, Lyse." Jameson's eyes were filled with tears as he gazed at her, committing her face to memory. He

took a deep breath, struggling to keep 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

don't know," Jameson replied, meeting her gaze with an unusual honesty. "Lyse, I really don't know. It was Sir who gave me the

was always

strained with desperation. "This "Sir' you talk