Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 1887

Watching Landon embrace Lauren, Cyrus felt a sting in his eyes and couldn't help but capture this scene on camera.

"I'm really curious, Mr. Cyrus. When did you find out?" Angelina, playing the pink rabbit, couldn't contain her curiosity for the first time.

"Perhaps it was my detective's intuition."

Cyrus didn't tell her that feelings like love were something that couldn't be hidden, no matter how hard the person tried.

The moment the dog character held Lauren in its arms as if she were a treasure, Cyrus knew that it was Landon.

"Please let Mr. Landon and Ms. Lauren stay like this a little longer. We promise not to disturb you anymore," Angelina pleaded.

"Don't worry about me. Lauren's happiness is all that matters." Cyrus was unaware that his voice was slightly choked when he spoke these words.

Even though he felt reluctant, Landon still sent Lauren back to Cyrus. He was afraid of exposing himself if he continued.

"Why are you crying?" Cyrus handed Lauren a tissue, gently asking.

"Nothing, really..." Lauren replied in a muffled voice while wiping her swollen eyes.

Cyrus knew the reason she cried. Though he was upset, he still showed her a bright smile. "You should be hungry, right? Let's go. I'll take you to eat something delicious."

The dog character gazed fixedly at the two figures growing further away before lowering its large head and stiffly walking in the opposite direction.

Angelina followed him to an empty place and took off the heavy headpiece of the costume. Sweat had caused her hair to cling to her cheeks, and she took deep breaths of fresh air to recover.

"Mr. Landon, you should take yours off too. It's too suffocating. Mr. Landon?" Angelina called him twice, but he remained facing the wall, unresponsive.

Startled, she quickly approached to remove his headpiece.

"Mr. Landon, you..." The next moment, Angelina's eyes widened in dismay.

Landon's handsome face was soaked in sweat, with hair plastered to his forehead. His chest rose and fell heavily beneath the oversized costume, and his eyes were red and swollen, struggling to stay open.

Even the headpiece had become damp, almost soaked through with sweat and tears.

"Mr. Landon..." Angelina's heart ached, and she felt a lump in her throat. She wanted to comfort him but didn't know what to say.

Landon pressed both hands against the wall, supporting his body as if it were about to collapse from exhaustion.

Once, his beloved was within reach, but now, even approaching her seemed so difficult.

Although he had mentally prepared himself, the huge contrast made it almost unbearable for him to bear this heartache of loss.

After a while, Landon spoke, his voice hoarse, "Why did she cry…"

Angelina's breath caught. Just as she was about to speak, he answered his own question. "Did that dance remind her of our past? Does Lauren still love me?"

In the end, it turned into a question.

The once confident Landon had now lost that initial unshakable self-assurance in this relationship, which brought him both love and pain.

"I believe Madam Lauren still loves you deep down. No one can replace you," Angelina replied with a determined gaze.

With love, one can overcome all obstacles.