Can't Win Me Back

The cloudless sky was a brilliant blue.

After a long drive, the luxury car came to a stop outside a private manor.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"We're here," Jonah announced.

Jonah's broad frame dwarfed Julien's as he reached across to unbuckle Julien's seatbelt.

All he felt was that the atmosphere around him was warm. It felt even warmer than sunshine.

"Why isn't there anyone around? We're not in the wrong place, are we?" Julien blinked, a flicker of unease crossing his features.

Julien was intelligent, but around his lover, his mind seemed to cloud over. Jonah easily manipulated him, taking advantage of Julien's lovestruck state. "We're not. Maybe we're just early. Let's go."

Jonah exited the car first, then circled around to open the door for Julien. This grand gesture left Julien speechless. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why are you acting so attentive, Mr. Taylor? People aren't usually this nice without an ulterior motive."

Jonah took Julien's hand and helped him out. He then gave Julien a tug, and their tall forms pressed together as if trying to be one.

"Do you find it so hard to trust me?" Jonah's warm breath tickled Julien's ear. "I guess calling you 'Foxy' is apt. Your head is full of tangled thoughts."

Julien couldn't stand it; he flushed, his fair skin turning crimson. He mumbled into Jonah's chest, "It's not that... I've just been played by so many people in the past. It's wonderful to have someone treat me so well. But sometimes... it also feels a little surreal."

Jonah's grip tightened around Julien's waist.

The truth was, before getting together with Julien, Jonah had sent people to Mosgravia to investigate Julien's background. However, it wasn't out of suspicion or apprehension but a desire to understand him better.

Then, to his surprise, this seemingly flirtatious man was the one who was always hurt in relationships. He was either cheated out of money, tricked into intimacy, or betrayed.

Julien yearned for true love. Despite

repeated heartbreak, he kept

opening his heart, each time giving his all. Yet, wanting to appear strong and dignified, he masked his vulnerability with a façade of disinterest. As time passed, he

became a player.

Deep down, Jonah kept asking himself. Was he really drawn in by his face, which looked so much like that person's? Was this what captivated him?

No, it wasn't. What truly touched him was Julien's unrelenting perseverance and his desire to love passionately.

Julien wasn't afraid that Jonah's heart was a barren land. He was confident that he could have him open up to him and him only.

"You're too good to me, Jonah."

Julien lifted his striking face. A cautious look flashed across his eyes as if he were afraid of losing him. "Can you refrain yourself a little? You're going to spoil me." "I can obey your every command."

Tenderness filled Jonah's eyes. His breathing was low. He continued, "Except this. I can't do that."

Other than his ears, Julien's face turned red too. He couldn't help but press his lips against his. He bit his lip gently and they shared a kiss. Their Adam's apples bobbed.

"Alright, it's about time. Let's continue when we get back."

Jonah took Julien by the hand and strode into the manor.

They walked through the massive, classic manor. Then, two attendants in tailcoats pushed open a quaint, heavy, oversized door for them.

Bright white light streamed into

Julien's eyes. His heart skipped a

beat. Blood rushed through his veins. Excitement surged through him. He found himself unable to calm down.

Before him stretched a seemingly endless sea of white roses, the petals cascading like waves.

He covered his mouth. He was absolutely flabbergasted. In his awe, he didn't realize Jonah was no longer by his side.

He stepped into the sea of flowers, his heart pounding in his chest.