Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2190

Jameson held Alyssa in his arms, the woman he had sacrificed everything for, as if she was the most precious thing in the world. His clammy hands pressed her tightly against his chest, as though he wished their souls could merge.

"Jameson… You bastard… Let go of me…" Alyssa choked out, her bloodshot eyes brimming with tears.

Despite her rage, a vulnerable air clung to her, evoking pity. Her fragile beauty only heightened Jameson's desire.

"Lyse, when you look like this… it only makes me want you more." Sweat slid down his temple, his back quivering as he fought to control himself.

Alyssa could feel his fiery, heavy breaths near her ear, filled with lust.

"Asshole…" Without any strength in her, Alyssa could only allow him to hold her in his arms as tears of hatred welled up in her eyes.

Once so proud, Alyssa Taylor was now entirely at the mercy of her most despised enemy. The helplessness and despair were worse than death.

"Don't be afraid," Jameson whispered, running his fingers through her dark hair. "I only gave you a tranquilizer. Once it wears off, you'll feel better. I won't harm your health."

He caressed her tenderly. "But you'll need to listen to me."

"Jameson… You bastard… You've succeeded in the end."

Alyssa's body was highly strained. She glared at Jameson angrily.

Despite being immobile, her entire being radiated a profound and visceral aversion. "Do you really think you've won? The Schmidt Group has fallen, the drug experiment is over, Carl and Nicholas… All those trusted allies of yours are either dead or have betrayed you. You're already at a dead end!"

Jameson listened silently, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Lyse, this Rose Island is something I prepared specially for you. It's my wedding gift to you."

Alyssa's entire body tensed up. Through gritted teeth, she growled, "Son of a bitch!"

With his icy lips, Jameson pecked her on her forehead, on the tip of her nose, and her earlobe. In a husky voice full of passion, he said, "I've filled this place with your favorite roses. There are white roses, red roses… I've also cultivated black roses for you. I'll carry you there to have a look shortly, alright?"

What little energy Alyssa had left was focused on her neck as she shook her head vigorously to resist his kisses, which were starting to get out of hand. His touch slithered over her skin, cold and repulsive like a serpent. There was no love, only revulsion.

"Lyse, you and Jasper are not yet married."

Alyssa's pupils constricted as she held her breath.