Can't Win Me Back



Alyssa stared blankly at Jasper. The icy look on his face reminded her of a mountain that was covered in white snow.

She was clearly right in front of him. Yet, it was as if they were separated by the farthest distance in the world.

Although he was clearly aware that she was in love with him, he was drawing a clear and firm line in front of her, separating himself from her passionate and tumultuous love for him.

Jasper had returned to the person he was three years ago. Or, perhaps he was worse now than he was then.

Maybe he was expressing his concern for her. But he couldn't be as gentle and caring as he was. He could no longer cajole her affectionately or think of her.

All of a sudden, she was completely submerged in that overwhelming feeling of disappointment. As flustered as she was, it woke her up.

'As you're also aware, I've always had gastritis."

Alyssa looked into Jasper's dark and dull eyes. She smiled in relief. "Don't worry. From today onward, I will take good care of myself. But I think that this will be the last time that I will feel sad about you. I will not do such a foolish thing moving forward."

The last time...

Alyssa sounded like she was choking back on her tears. Hearing her voice like that made Jasper's heart quiver. "That's good to know." Jasper's throat tightened. For some reason, he felt a feeling of emptiness in his chest.

It was as if someone had removed his insides one by one, then filled him with sharp-edged rocks, weighing him down so badly that he could barely breathe. He felt so suffocated that he couldn't even express this bizarre feeling and extreme discomfort.

"Some of your belongings are still at my manor. When you're free, go and see Mrs. Rosie and take your things away." Alyssa lowered her voice as much as she could just in case she accidentally exposed her deep sorrow and reluctance to part ways.

She didn't have the guts to go home these few days because she was afraid that being there would remind her of him.

Traces of their intimacy and pleasure could be found throughout the entire house. They had gone to the supermarket together to purchase all their daily necessities. Everything had been slowly accumulated over time, and everything was in pairs.

Right now, it was all being torn apart.

How would she be able to see or face this? She had no other choice but to do all she could to avoid it.

In an emotionless voice, Jasper said, "It's alright. Just throw them away."

He wasn't a spendthrift or wasteful person. Furthermore, if he didn't want to go, he could have Rosie gather his things and Xavier to pick them up on his behalf.

It was as if he was, instinctively, also trying to run away from something that he couldn't quite specify or explain.

Tears welled up in Alyssa's eyes. Suppressing the pain that was about to crush her on the inside, she looked into his dark eyes.

'I've accepted the reality that you no longer love me. Moving forward, it will be enough for me to know that you are alive and well.

Jasper's lashes quivered slightly. Looking expressionless just like before, he responded, "Same goes for you."

"I'm tired. I'd like to rest now."

Alyssa's misty gaze scanned Jasper's grim and cold face once again. Thereafter, she slowly curled her body back under the covers, turning into a pitiful, white cocoon. Then, she turned her back on him.

"You may see yourself out."

She felt like her throat was on fire. The lump of anguish that rose at the back of her throat was painful and bitter. Jasper's pale lips parted slightly. He hesitated to speak, but remained silent in the end.

Just as he started to walk away, Alyssa's tender and weak voice came from behind him. 'Jasper.'

Jasper froze in his tracks, and his back stiffened up.

"Goodbye..."

Her gentle and fragile sob was fleeting.

Jasper held his breath. Clenching his fists so tightly that his veins were popping, he strode out of the hospital ward.

After leaving the VIP ward, Xavier tagged along closely behind Jasper. His eyes were cold, dark, and vacant. He dragged his feet forward heavily, as if they were being chained down.

"Mr. Beckett, is... Madam alright?" Xavier couldn't help but ask out of concern.

However, Jasper simply focused on walking forward and didn't seem to hear his question.

As much as Xavier was frustrated, he knew that no one could interfere when it came to relationships.

Now that Jasper had a problem with his brain, he just seemed as emotionless as a rock. This was a physiological deficiency. How was a sincere heart alone going to make this rock waver?

This time, the level of difficulty for Alyssa to pursue Jasper was formidable.

As Jasper walked forward in a daze, all he could see in his mind was that small and pitiful figure that lay on the hospital bed. Her extremely disappointed voice bidding him farewell echoed in his ear.

*Jasper, goodbye...

The void in his heart suddenly caused him to convulse. Then, he lost his balance and leaned forward.

'Mr. Beckett, watch out!"

Xavier paled in shock. He extended his arm, wanting to grab a hold of Jasper, but it was too late.

A distracted Jasper missed his footing.

As he fell three steps down, he happened to fall on his left shoulder, where he had just recovered from that gunshot injury not too long ago. He let out a painful groan. In a brief moment, his suit became soaked in his cold sweat.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.