Can't Win Me Back

Accompanied by Sean, Alyssa reached the hospital's south wing. Heavily guarded, it resembled an impregnable fortress.

Alyssa shot Sean a glance, and he took her hint. The moment he went forward, two of the Schmidts' bodyguards blocked him off coldly. "You're not allowed to enter here!"

"I am the secretary of KS Group's president, Ms. Alyssa Taylor. She heard that Mr. Schmidt fell sick and was hospitalized. So, she came here specially to pay him a visit and see how he's doing," Sean explained in a cold voice. Heaven knew how revolted he felt when he uttered this nonsense.

He really wished that Jameson would just die in the hospital today!

The two bodyguards exchanged glances.

Of course they knew who Alyssa was. However, Jameson's orders were decrees that they had to obey. Those who didn't would lose their lives. Thus, they rejected politely. "We're sorry, Ms. Alyssa. We're just following orders..."

Despite feeling doubtful, Alyssa smiled in response. "If this is the case, I shall not interrupt Mr. Schmidt's rest."

"Ms. Alyssa!" Carl jogged over toward her. The moment he saw her, he put up a courteous and warm smile on his face. "Are you here to see Mr. Schmidt? This way, please!"

"Let's just forget about it." Alyssa smiled. She had a cold look in her eyes. "It looks like Mr. Schmidt wishes to rest quietly. I don't think he wants to see anyone. I shall not intrude. Goodbye."

"No, no! You are Ms. Alyssa, the Ms. Alyssa whom Mr. Schmidt cares most about. How could you compare with others?"

Carl panicked. He tried his best to hold Alyssa back. "I'm sure Mr. Schmidt will be elated to know that you came to see him. He'd be able to recover sooner too!"

Noticing Alyssa's hesitation, Carl became anxious. He gave the two bodyguards one tight slap each. He glared at them and chided, "Useless shits! Don't you know about the relationship between Mr. Schmidt and Ms. Alyssa? How dare you stop her? Are you both that thick?"

Sean felt disgusted to hear that.

At the same time, a white-colored medicine box fell out of Carl's suit pocket.

Alyssa reacted quickly. She was the first to pick it up from the floor. In an instant, her eyes turned dark-diazepam pills.

Suddenly, there was a slight change in the look on Carl's face. Yet, he didn't dare to take back the medicine box from her.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Carl, what's Mr. Schmidt's down with? What's with all this manpower?" Alyssa asked coldly as she handed the medicine box back to him.

"Uh, it's just acute appendicitis."

Hurriedly, Carkkept the medicine

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box. He let out a fake sigh. "Ever since getting promoted, Mr. Schmidt has been occupied by so many things every day. He had so much work to do that he ended up falling ill makes me feel terrible to see him like that."

Alyssa's eyes turned frigid. "Acute appendicitis... But he's taking diazepam for it?"

"Oh, this isn't Mr. Schmidt's medication. I bought it for my mom." Carl smiled as he stood aside. "This way, Ms. Alyssa."

Alyssa lifted the corners of her lips slightly and strode ahead.

Sean was about to follow her in

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when Cart stood in his way. "Mr. Schmidt doesn't want to see anyone else other than Ms. Alyssa. Please stay here."

Sean gnashed his teeth angrily. He looked at Alyssa with a concerned look in his eyes.

"Wait for me here, Sean. I won't be long." Alyssa walked forward calmly.

When Alyssa stepped into his ward, Jameson, in a blue and white striped patient gown, was leaning against the headboard and approving documents.

He smiled from ear to ear when he laid eyes on Alyssa. "Lyse, you're here!"

The look on Alyssa's face was frosty. She kept her distance from him.

Breathing in the same air as

Jameson made her feel disgusted, let alone getting close to him. Yet, she had no choice but to walk

toward this dangerous man.

She would only be able to get a clear picture of the truth by getting closer to him.

The gentle sunlight shone on Jameson's fair-skinned face. He looked like a captivating work of art that was full of appeal and color.

He was always a man who had the looks.