Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 2207

Tears welled up in Alyssa's eyes as she clung desperately to Remy's shirt, wrinkling it in her grip. "I miss Dad and my brothers. I miss Jasper... Please let me go home... Okay? Please...

Remy listened in silence, his steps firm and unyielding, offering no response.

"Return Lyse to me!" Jameson, unaware of how he looked, chased after them frantically and blocked Remy's path, his eyes bloodshot with desperation.

"You haven't married Ms. Alyssa yet. Technically, she's not yours." Remy stared at Jameson's pale face, his gaze calm and unbothered. "And if I handed her to you, do you think you could carry her?

Jameson trembled, his weak body betraying him as he withdrew his shaking hands.

Though Alyssa was physically and mentally drained, her mind was unusually clear after the recent shock. Remy's words hinted at something deeper. Was Jameson's body deteriorating to the point of collapse?

The sea breeze was growing stronger, howling through the night.

Remy continued walking, holding Alyssa securely in his arms.

After a while, noticing that she had stopped crying, he spoke coldly, "There's going to be a hurricane at midnight." Alyssa opened her bleary eyes, looking up at Remy's chiseled jawline.

"If you had left earlier by the chopper, you would've found yourself dead at sea tonight." The look in Remy's eyes dimmed, and he continued walking forward.

Alyssa's heart skipped a beat, a mix of surprise and fear washing over her. Without a phone or computer, she had no way of checking the weather forecast for the coastal areas.

"If there wasn't going to be a hurricane, would you have let me go?" she asked with a gentle quiver in her voice. "I don't mind sharing this with you."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Alyssa blinked, her puffy eyes filled with anticipation. She couldn't shake the feeling that the man before her was Damien. Deep down, she might have already started seeing him that way.

She held onto a sliver of hope that, even after being wounded and possibly losing his memory, the kind, cheerful, and upright character she once knew still existed somewhere within him, never fully extinguished. Cóntent belongs to NovélDráma. Org

"My purpose in coming here was to stop you from being with Jameson." Remy's gaze was as deep as the sea as he looked down at her. "That was Sir's order."

"So... even if the winds were calm tonight, you would've stopped me anyway?"

"Yes," he answered without any hesitation.

Alyssa's heart sank, feeling like it was being pulled deeper and deeper, the pain almost unbearable.

"Sir gave Jameson everything he has. Now that he's no longer useful, Sir will take it all back." Remy's tone was matter-of-fact. "Sir never makes losing deals.

"Who is this 'Sir' you all speak of?" Alyssa's voice was rough as she asked the crucial question. "Is he someone Jasper and I know?

"He has been able to make his every move so strategically. He plotted against Jameson and me and controlled everything within his hands. Could he be someone who's seen me or even understands me?

"Also, Damien... how did you end up getting acquainted with this Sir?"

In hindsight, Alyssa would realize this was the closest she ever came to the truth.

"I am not your brother," Remy said in a deep voice. He paused, uncertain how to lie but knowing he could choose

to withhold certain facts. "My advice to you is to stay away from the truth. Getting too close to it will only bring you ruin."

The next morning, the presidential office arranged for Jonah to discreetly enter the palace to meet with King Anthony of Kontina.

Everyone waited extremely anxiously for his return.

Jonah returned to the presidential office in the afternoon, handing Jeremy an official document with Anthony's signature.

"We can mobilize the troops now."

Everyone was filled with hope and immediately set out to make the necessary preparations.

Only Jasper noticed the gloom in Jonah's eyes since his return from the palace.