Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2019

Amber heard Jameson clearly but felt torn between her mind and body. She couldn't utter a response.

"Go. Now," Jameson urged, his gaze turning icy.

A shiver wracked Amber as she rose, her dress clinging uncomfortably to her cold sweat. She was alive, but she felt as if she had died over and over again.

She walked toward Wesley; a few steps felt like a lifetime.

Wesley's hands were bound, so he used his head to prop himself up. He swayed as he kneeled before her.

He had known he would die the moment he was captured. However, he wasn’t resigned to a meaningless death; he wanted to die with dignity.

Carl approached and took Amber's cold hand, placing a gun in it and forcing her fingers to grip the handle.

Despite the blood covering his face, Wesley offered her a wan smile, a gesture meant to comfort Amber.

Tears welled in Amber's eyes as she squeezed them shut. The dank basement was a slaughterhouse.

She opened her eyes again.

Wesley's left eye was swollen and bloodshot; he could only see through his right eye. No one else would have noticed, but Amber saw his right eye blinking in a specific pattern.

A jolt of understanding shot through Amber—Wesley was sending her a Morse code.

She tapped her trembling fingertips against her side, matching the rhythm of Wesley's blinks, committing his last words to memory.

"Amber, act fast. Don't keep Mr. Schmidt waiting." Carl looked at her with an inexplicable expression.

Amber slowly raised her arm and aimed the gun at Wesley. She panted heavily, on the verge of tears, unable to pull the trigger.

In that moment, she wanted to kill herself.

While everyone's attention was on Amber, Wesley suddenly got up from the ground and pushed Amber aside with all his strength.

Amber staggered backward, but Carl reflexively caught her.

"Jameson Schmidt, you bastard! Rot in hell!" With tears and blood in his eyes, Wesley lunged at Jameson like an angered lion.

Wesley acted so fast that none of Jameson's underlings could react in time. However, these underlings were professionally trained. They shouldn't have been this slow to react—including Carl. They had been careless!

They never expected someone so tortured to have such power!

Jameson didn't react in time, and the wine glass in his hand fell. In the next instant, he shrieked.

Wesley's eyes were bloodshot as he fiercely bit Jameson's left ear.

"Mr. Schmidt!"

Everyone panicked and was unsure what to do.

Carl was outraged. He shouted as he aimed his gun at Wesley's back and fired three shots.

No!