Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2287

Jasper's pupils trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the pain deep within his brain intensified, as if someone was punching his skull from the inside, trying to break free.

"Lyse."

From the depths of his mind, he could vaguely hear himself calling that name.

"Jasper. Jasper, are you okay? You look awful," Justin asked in a concerned voice.

Jasper ran his tongue across his teeth and blinked hard, his eyes already red.

"I'm fine," he answered.

Justin continued, "I'm telling you this because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable when I start officially pursuing Ms. Alyssa. Even though you two have broken up, you were once truly in love."

He smiled slightly. "I don't want you to feel like I'm stealing the woman you loved. I just hope I can pursue the person I fancy without being influenced by anyone."

Jasper's headache worsened, causing dizziness. Afraid that Justin might notice, he ended the conversation quickly. "I've already broken up with her. Whatever you do is none of my business."

He turned to leave but froze after two steps. He couldn't help but ask, "Justin, when did you start having feelings for her?"

Justin, his back turned, squinted at the sky, pleased. "I can't remember exactly. Maybe it was when I first started envying you—envying the pure romance you had. It wasn't until I saw Ms. Alyssa crying earlier that I knew I wanted to treat her well. I can't bear to see her cry."

…

After leaving the rooftop, Jasper dragged himself toward the parking lot. The cold air he inhaled felt like sharp icicles piercing his lungs, an agony beyond words. His headache was unbearable, and he struggled to keep moving.

His heart was still beating, yet when he reached out to feel it, it seemed hollow—perhaps even empty.

Jasper couldn't hold on any longer. Without warning, his body collapsed.

"Mr. Jasper, watch out!"

Jasper's vision went dark, and before he knew it, he was enveloped in a fragrant embrace.

"Mr. Jasper, are you okay? Do you have a headache?" Sheryl, seizing the moment, wrapped her arms around his waist.

There was a ringing in Jasper's ears. He lifted his eyes with great effort, but all he could see was a vague outline of a woman.

Sheryl, in a white lab coat, had her dark hair tied neatly in a ponytail. Coincidentally, she overlapped with the image of the person Jasper had been desperately trying to find.

"White… Do—"

Before he could finish, his eyes closed, and he passed out.

"Mr. Jasper? Mr. Jasper?" Sheryl called his name gently, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.