Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 677

Chapter 677 

Holding Alyssa’s hand, Jasper rushed down the opulent yet deserted corridor, like two young aristocrats 

who were defying societal rules and eloping. 

Her gaze was fixed on his broad back, which provided her with a sense of security. Her chest heaved, and 

her palms grew sweaty. 

She had to admit that she felt a little attracted to him. At the same time, she berated herself for still 

having feelings for him over mere hand-holding, after having fallen in love with him twice, 13 years and 

three years ago, respectively. 

She felt rather indignant for being weak when it came to Jasper. 

In contrast, he appeared to be in high spirits, jogging alongside her until they reached the door of a 

luxurious suite. 

A surge of panic and embarrassment washed over her. In anger, she yanked her hand from his grasp and 

hissed, “What is this? How dare you disrespect me on my turf? You know I could always get my brothers 

to beat you up right now.” 

He paused in surprise. Realizing she had misunderstood his intention, he explained helplessly, “What on 

earth are you thinking? I’ve kept my gift for you in this suite. That’s all.” 

Her eyes widened, her blush deepening as she pressed her lips together. 

“Well, I can tackle a few men on my own, but I would much rather make a good impression on your 

brothers. I wouldn’t dream of doing anything untoward,” he added. 

He leaned toward her with desire in his eyes and teased, “Even if I did have any such intentions, I would 

have taken you to my place instead.” 

“Ugh, I would never ever go back to that family of yours! They’re unbearable!” Feeling embarrassed, she 

looked away from him. 

“Seaview Manor was never my home, Lyse. I don’t have a home,” he admitted with a hoarse voice and a 

somber expression. 

His words stung her, leaving her momentarily speechless. 

“I’ll only have a home if I’m with you. If we can’t be together, I would rather be in exile for the rest of my 

life,” he added, his eyes brimming with sincerity. 

She met his gaze, but her response was slow, as if she were numbed by the weight of their shared history. 

He had rushed the conversation. However much he yearned to get back with her, he shouldn’t have 

broached the subject right away. 

“You served in the military, didn’t you? You joined the Peacekeeping Forces,” she suddenly inquired. 

He had a sinking feeling. Before he could respond, she sharply interrupted, “You led a nomadic life during 

those years, but don’t forget why you did it. You didn’t join the military because of me.” 

She could never overlook that pain. Panicking, Jasper felt his words stuck in his throat.