Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 2203

Remy, tall and imposing, bent down to pluck a random rose. He tore off a petal, placed it in his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully. "Sir wouldn't take her like some wild animal," he mused. "He'd make Ms. Alyssa fall for him willingly, bit by bit."

Jameson shuddered.

Alyssa, on the other hand, didn't feel overly terrified. More than that, she felt curious and suspicious. She even considered that being abducted by this so-called Sir might be better than remaining Jameson's prisoner. At least with Sir, she could get closer to the heart of evil and consequently have the chance to unmask the mastermind and bring them to justice.

By contrast, staying with Jameson left her feeling powerless. Despite his dignified, accomplished façade, he was nothing more than Sir's loyal watchdog.

And with Remy's arrival, Alyssa sensed something big was coming. Whether they acted or not, Jameson's usefulness was at its end.

Night fell, and the sea's waves rose and fell with it.

After years of living as an assassin, Remy had become almost insomniac. Lying on the red velvet couch in the living room, he stared at the dazzling chandelier hanging from the ceiling and lost himself in thought.

Suddenly, he heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching slowly.

But he didn't stir. He knew those footsteps belonged to Alyssa, the woman who had fallen to the ground earlier and was always on the verge of tears.

The footsteps stopped beside him.

Suddenly, a red object appeared before his eyes.

Alyssa leaned in slightly, holding a fresh red apple before him. Her slender hand trembled, whether from frailty or emotion, it was hard to tell.

"This is for you," Alyssa said in a gentle and youthful voice.

Remy's lashes flickered as he raised his hand and took the apple from her. With a crisp crunch, he took a bite.

Alyssa asked in a scratchy voice, "Mr. Lexington, do you like eating apples too?"

"Yup," Remy answered coldly. Content belong to NôvelDráma. Org.

"H had an older brother who loved apples since he was young."

Her eyes filled with tears as she stared deeply at Remy. "There are two apple trees in the back garden of my home. When I was young, I always climbed the trees to pick apples for Damien."

Remy didn't say a word but simply continued munching on the apple.

"He was an outstanding pilot who possessed 99% professional capabilities. Unfortunately, he still lacked that 1%."

A look of curiosity, something he hadn't shown before, flashed across Remy's eyes. "What's that 1%?"

"Luck."

Alyssa couldn't hold back the tears of pain that streamed down her sunken face. "During an accident, the plane he was flying crashed into the sea. All crew and passengers on board perished."

Remy paused his chewing for a moment, then continued. As if Alyssa's words had no bearing on him, he remarked, "In that case, it was truly bad luck for him. He should strive to be a lucky person in his next life."

Muffled sobs echoed in the quiet living room, tugging at heartstrings.

"Ms. Alyssa, save your tears for those who are worthy of them," Remy said coldly, looking askance at Alyssa's tear -streaked face. "You should go cry at your brother's grave. Don't waste your emotions on me."Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder. Alyssa had leaped onto him, grabbing the collar of his black T-shirt. With all her might, she tore at it, creating a large rip.