Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 868
Frowning, Alyssa pushed the door open impatiently. To her surprise, the door was unlocked.
Always skeptical and wary, Alyssa had a bad omen as she cautiously entered the living room.
The villa, though moderately huge, was smaller than her Solana City residence. Despite the difference,
she felt at home and cozy compared to the more opulent yet sterile Seaview Manor.
She was filled with frustration at the thought.
“Landon Harper, you there? Landon?” she called out but was met with silence..
Growing increasingly worried, she hurried upstairs, checking every room.
Finally, she entered the final room, which was more humid than the others. She picked up on the
masculine scent in the air and concluded that this must be Jasper’s bedroom.
It was a familiarity fostered after two years of marriage. Separated by a slightly ajar door, she overheard
his labored breathing from within. He seemed to be in pain.
Her throat tightened when she called out to him. “Jasper?”
She was surprised by the response. He mumbled, “Lyse... Lyse...”
She couldn’t wait any longer and hurried in. In the dimly lit room, Jasper lay on the bed, one leg straight
and the other bent. His crumpled black suit rested on the floor, and his white shirt was unbuttoned,
exposing his flushed skin and toned physique. His body heaved.
“Lyse, I feel bad. Lyse...” Jasper opened his mouth as he struggled to breathe. Face flushed, he cast a
hazy gaze at her.
For a moment, he thought he was dreaming. Why would Alyssa come to him if she hated him so? Even if

this was a dream, he wanted her to stay.
It was always in moments of vulnerability that a man would realize what he truly desired.
Alyssa’s heart sank. She hurried over to check on him, only to be grabbed by the wrist. She saw the world
spinning around her, and soon, Jasper was on top of her.
She sensed the lust in the air and within his gaze. He stared at her and breathed irregularly by her ear,
causing her to blush and quiver.
“Jasper, what are you doing? Let go of me!”
“Lyse, I was drugged. I feel sick right now. I feel like I am going up in flames and exploding,” he explained, looking at her with
desire and tension as though they would spontaneously combust at any moment.
“Someone drugged you? How did that happen?” Alyssa gasped and glared at him.
She touched his sweaty forehead. This time, he did not shun her. His gaze softened, and he looked
obedient.
“Gosh! Your forehead is burning!” she exclaimed and withdrew her hand, but he pinned the back of her
hand, urging her, “Touch me more...
He was unable to hold back his urge and his feelings. Lost in her eyes, he muttered, “Lyse, do you know
how long I have waited for this moment?”