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."

a word. He simply carried the bowl

into Alyssa's nose. At that moment, her

Rosie boiled this for you personally. She made those

across Justin's

in her voice, she asked, "How

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

his eyes was especially sincere. "So, not only did she watch Jasper grow up, she watched me grow up too. Based on our relationship, I am still able to

fixedly

Jasper. She

He could perceive every change in her emotions. He assured, "Don't worry. I won't do it again

clearly hadn't done anything. However, for some reason, the more she listened to how he lowered himself, the more flustered she

lifted her hands slowly

just held the bowl in her hands when her

bowl almost fell out of her hands, Justin held onto her hands immediately. As their hands touched, the frostiness from

large, strong, and calloused, yet they always felt warm. She enjoyed playing with his warm hands,

could no longer feel

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

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