Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 2198

"Lyse, you're finally awake!"

Jameson held Alyssa's soft hands tightly as he caressed and kissed them longingly. He had been so anxious that he was on the brink of tears. "You've been sleeping for 24 hours. You really scared me to death. I was afraid that you were unwell!

"I got a doctor to come over while you were asleep and got you injected with glucose. You can't keep going on without food. No matter how much you hate me, you shouldn't torture yourself. Is it even worth it this way?"Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

As a doctor, Alyssa knew she couldn't hold up much longer.

This bastard, Jameson, was right. Even if she wanted to kill him, she needed to gather enough strength to do so.

"I'm craving meat," Alyssa uttered without looking at him.

After five days, Jameson finally invoked a normal response from her. The quiver in his eyes reflected the joy within him. "Sure... I'll have the kitchen staff prepare something for you now. It'll be ready soon. Hold on, Lyse!" Less than an hour later, the kitchen staff prepared an entire spread of delectable dishes.

While Alyssa sat in a wheelchair, two female helpers pushed her into the bathroom and attended to her. They washed her up, groomed her, and changed her clothes.

A little color returned to her face when she emerged from the bathroom. Even so, her cheeks were still sunken, and she looked frail.

Jameson's gaze was deep and zealous. He strade forward, leaned down, and put his arms around her waist to pick her up in a princess carry.

As he held her tightly in his arms, a look of hatred flashed across Alyssa's eyes. Nevertheless, her limbs were devoid of any strength to resist him.

Jameson carried her carefully to the dining room. Content belong to NôvelDráma. Org.

When they sat at the dining table, he sat her on his lap and continued to hold her in his arms. He didn't even care that his straightened suit was all crumpled up.

"Lyse, your mobility is limited. I'll feed you."

Looking at her tenderly and affectionately, Jameson cut the steak into small pieces and fed them to her patiently. Everyone on Rose Island knew Jameson's patience was reserved for Alyssa alone.

Alyssa lowered her moistened lashes. Piece by piece, she finished the entire steak.

The light in her eyes had faded, replaced by an emptiness, a darkness that mirrored still water.

"Be good," Jameson whispered, his fingers grazing her cheek, his eyes misting. "Eat well so that you'll look good your wedding dress when you're a bit plumper. Though, of course, you're also very beautiful now."

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Alyssa shuddered when she thought about that drug that could wipe memories away. She no longer dared to be overly resistant against Jameson's idea of wanting to marry her. At the same time, she wasn't going to comply. All she could do was to remain silent.

She had always been proud and strong, but even she had limits, and they were being tested.

"Go rest. I'll take you to the rose garden I cultivated later. I plan to have our wedding there." Jameson picked up a napkin and gently wiped the food residue from the corner of her mouth.

Alyssa remained expressionless and silent.

Nevertheless, this was already enough for Jameson to jump for joy inside.

To him, she had finally given in after five days and five nights of torment. As much as she still hated him, she couldn't bear the torment any longer.

Even so, he still didn't have the guts to take her off the tranquilizer completely. At most, he could only reduce its dosage a little.

At this moment, a helper hurried over. "Mr. Schmidt."

"What's the matter?" Jameson asked coldly as he fed Alyssa some fruit juice.

"We have a visitor on the island."