Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2284

"Is he still capable of performing in that regard? Lyse is someone who has received Jasper's love. Will she be okay with someone who's already teetering on the edge of the grave?" Cyrus questioned.

Jonah was speechless. "Justin is just physically challenged. He's not impotent."

Silas rolled his eyes at him. 'Plus, there's something my darling says."

Cyrus asked, "What is it?"

"The way to test if a man is lustful is to see if he's breathing. If he's still breathing, that means he's lustful."

Jonah and Cyrus were at a loss for words.

"Is Justin a fool? Lyse is such a magnificent and attractive woman. I don't believe that he isn't attracted to her!"

Justin opened the lunchbox in the hospital ward and transferred some warm soup into a bowl. Then, he laid out a few delectable dishes on Alyssa's bedside table.

Alyssa faked a smile. "Thank you, but I really don't have much appetite right now."

say a word. He simply carried the bowl of

into Alyssa's nose. At that

boiled this for you personally.

Justin's face. "So, does this whet

in her voice, she

am also a descendent of the Becketts. I grew up at Seaview Manor. Mrs. Rosie was the housekeeper who looked after me when she first arrived at our home. Subsequently, when Jasper and his mother came, my father assigned Mrs.

the bowl of soup patiently. The look in his eyes was especially sincere. "So, not only did she watch Jasper grow up, she watched

stared fixedly

have troubled her with this. After all, she works for Jasper. She also cared

every change in her emotions. He

more she listened to how he lowered himself, the more flustered she felt on

of emotions within her, Alyssa lifted her hands slowly to receive the bowl

physically, she was still really weak. She had just held the bowl in her

onto her hands immediately. As their

and calloused, yet they always felt warm. She enjoyed playing with his warm hands, and during winter, they became the beloved hand

she could no longer feel

she was engulfed by emotions, her eyes filling with tears. All she could feel was a violent turmoil within her, churning, wrenching, and tearing

her, his eyes narrowing just a bit. Without a moment's pause, he grabbed the spoon, scooped up some soup, and held