Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Alyssa narrowed her eyes, her gaze cold.

The man before her often disguised his vile and vicious nature beneath a fragile exterior. Justin was everything Jasper wasn't—where Jasper was honest, strong, and serious, Justin exuded a chilling, sinister energy. He was like a snake in human form, cold and cunning.

"Lyse, don't listen to his nonsense," Silas said bluntly. "He's just trying to unsettle you, luring you in with lies."

Stepping forward, Silas positioned himself between Alyssa and Justin, confronting the latter. "Are you some plague or sewer pest? Why are you always around? You're not welcome here. Get out of Lyse's sight right now!"

"Silas," Alyssa murmured, gently tugging at his shirt as she shook her head.

Then, turning her emotionless gaze toward Justin, she said, "Mr. Beckett, you claim you can treat my father's condition. Care to elaborate?"

Justin pressed a clean white silk handkerchief to his mouth and nose, releasing a couple of dull coughs and furrowing his brows.

Silas scoffed. "You're a sick man yourself. How ridiculous of you to claim you can treat someone else."

Justin ignored the jab. Instead, he turned to Abel with a composed smile. "Dr. Liverton, I'll have one of my subordinates deliver a box of stroke-suppressing medication shortly."

The moment the Taylor siblings heard there was medication involved, they stiffened. Alarm bells rang in their heads.

understand your lack of trust," Justin said, his voice thick with sincerity. "But

to run tests on it with Dr. Liverton and Dr. Lovelace, the physician you trust

ask you to bury the hatchet, let the past go, and accept my offer-prioritize your

closely as her face turned pale. He wanted to speak but held back. It was as though all his resentment and hatred had dimmed in the

Justin promised

coat and face mask. Alongside Abel and two biomedical researchers, she entered

emerged, exhausted and dragging her feet. She removed her mask,

did it go,

and Silas rushed to her, awaiting the

her lips

in a

said, "It's just regular

with it."

swet

and Silas

still found it hard to believe Justin hadn't

no such thing as a free lunch. Can we really trust

him a sidelong glance. "Accept it if you