Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2002

It was business as usual for Amber at The Millennium. Not only that, she worked harder than before to gain Jameson's favor.

At the same time, she had not given up on gathering criminal evidence against Jameson. The road might be difficult, and she might even risk everything in the process, but she was determined to see it through.

It was the day of the month when Amber volunteered at the orphanage. She woke up early in the morning, put on her volunteer uniform, and brought the gifts for the kids before driving out in haste.

"Ms. Altman, you're here early!"

"Good morning, Ms. Altman!"

"How have you been, Ms. Altman?"

The teachers and volunteers went up to greet her. She was popular among the people at the orphanage.

She greeted everyone and distributed her handmade snacks.

"Wow! Ms. Altman, you're back with your apple pies! We love it!" Some younger volunteers could not help but take a bite of the pies in front of her. They beamed in satisfaction. "Ms. Altman, too bad you're only here once a month. If only you could come by every day! We'll be so lucky to eat your food!"

Amber gently smiled at the remarks, but bitterness washed over her. If she could, she would have dropped by daily. Besides, there would come a time when she had to bid goodbye to them. She had no idea when her tumultuous life would come to an end.

At least, those at the orphanage wouldn't be too attached to her if she only visited them monthly, and they would grieve less when she stopped showing up.

"Ms. Altman, it's about time. The kids are waiting for you," a volunteer teacher came up to inform Amber.

"Alright. I'll be right there."

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The classroom that Amber taught was quieter than the others. She meticulously left her neat handwriting on the blackboard. She was as lovely as her handwriting.

The kids focused on writing. The sounds of their pencils scribbling on paper had a calming effect.

At that moment, a tall figure quietly appeared at the back of the classroom.

Axel leaned against the doorframe and squinted at Amber. His silhouette was clean and smart, like the smooth lines of a classical painting.