Can't Win Me Back



Axel muttered, "I've saved countless lives. Countless people have survived hardships because of me. But with my woman, all I can do is keep her alive? Is that all I am good for?"

Dejected, Cyrus pressed his lips together tightly as he shook his head.

He wondered what each member of the Taylor family had done in their past lives. Neither the Taylor brothers nor Alyssa had an easy love life. They all faced heartbreaking trials.

Finally, Axel entered Amber's room. Out of all the places in The Millennium, this was the only one that felt like home. A lingering fragrance hung in the air, tugging at his heartstrings. Everything in the room remained untouched. The books on the shelves, the clothes in the wardrobe, the cute plushies by the bed it was as if Amber would return any moment.

Suddenly, Axel's gaze fell on the neatly folded sheets. A sharp pang of pain shot through his heart.

He moved toward the bed, his steps slow and heavy like a wounded warrior dragging himself across the battlefield. Each step seemed to drain him of all his energy.

Lying beside the bed was a neatly folded black jacket-the one he had given Amber.

Axel squeezed his eyes shut, tears welling up. He knelt beside the bed and picked up the jacket with trembling hands.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Amber," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. Why wouldn't you even take this with you? How could you be so cruel?"

He curled up, clutching the jacket to him as if it were Amber herself.

After a long time, Cyrus, unable to bear watching any longer, turned and left the room quietly. Though he couldn't see Axel's face, he knew he must be crying. After all, there was no shame in tears of love.

The next morning, the sun rose as usual, its rays illuminating Alyssa's beautiful face. Like a lazy kitten, she stretched languidly as she woke.

"Mm... Jasper.." she mumbled, reaching out instinctively for the empty space beside her.

The drowsiness vanished instantly. She bolted upright.

"Jasper? Where are you?"

"I'm here, Lyse."

The door opened, and Jasper entered, still clad in his navy blue robe from the night before. He strode to the bed and pulled a flustered Alyssa into his arms before kissing her on the head.

"Did it scare you to see that your husband wasn't around first thing in the morning, hmm?" "Where were you?" Alyssa demanded, clinging to him and nuzzling his chest as she sniffed him out.

There was a twinkle in Jasper's eyes. "I got up and went to the toilet."

Alyssa harrumphed, "You liar!"

She punched him and grumbled, "The bed is cold, and your body feels chilly. You also smell sweaty. Did you go out last night and just come back this morning? Don't tell me that you've got a mistress out there!"