Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 2204

Due to Alyssa's ambush, Remy was caught off guard. His collar was ripped apart, revealing his broad, muscular shoulder.

A birthmark!

Damien had a light pink birthmark, about the size of a quarter, on the back of his left shoulder.

But just as a spark of hope ignited in Alyssa's eyes, it was quickly extinguished. Remy had no birthmark on his left shoulder. Instead, through her tear-blurred vision, she saw a long, terrifying scar as wide as two fingers. The scar snaked down from his shoulder like a cruel serpent.

As a surgeon who had served on battlefield rescue missions with Doctors Without Borders, the sight of such a severe scar made her blood run cold.

With one look, she knew this wasn't just any ordinary knife wound. It looked more like a wound from an explosion, with skin stitched back together after devastating injuries. 

Could it be...

Alyssa felt a sharp pain in her wrists, and her world spun. When she regained consciousness, Remy had pinned her to the couch, her wrists held firmly. She couldn't move.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Remy's jaw clenched, and he glared down at her with bloodshot eyes filled with a fury so intense it seemed ready to spill into her tear-filled gaze.

"What on earth did you go through?" Staring up at him, Alyssa no longer felt any fear. All she felt was an overwhelming heartache that spread through her trembling body. "Why do you have such a severe wound? Was it because of the plane crash? Was it? Damien... Did it hurt?"

Did it hurt?

The gentle question struck a chord with Remy. The pain made his eyes go unfocused.

"Damien!"

From the farthest, most unreachable corners of his mind, he heard a sweet, clear voice. It echoed faintly, almost unreal, before fading away.

Looking at the absent-minded Remy, Alyssa wept softly, her tears falling like rain.

She was just about to caress his well-sculpted face when he let go of her without warning and stood up straight.

"If this happens again, even Jameson won't be able to save you."

Remy left her there with cold detachment and stormed out of the living room.

Remy returned to his room and slammed the door shut. He leaned heavily against it, his back pressing hard against the wood.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

He closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head as if to clear it, but Alyssa's voice calling out to "Damien" echoed relentlessly in his ears.

"I am on my own. I have no parents, siblings, or friends... I have always been alone. Mr. Justin gave me a new life.

"It was Mr. Justin..." Remy repeated, almost like a mantra, trying to silence the inner demons that threatened his resolve.

Yet Alyssa's concerned questions pierced through his defenses, striking at the heart he thought was made of steel.

All these years, through every bruise and wound, no one had ever asked him if it hurt. He never felt he needed anyone's concern, nor did he care for such trivial emotions.

But to his surprise, for the first time in his life, he knew what it felt like to have someone care for him. It felt like a small dent in his heart, a warmth that touched him.

Steadying his breath, Remy walked to the window. As he gazed up at the distant moon, he pulled out a necklace that hung around his neck.