Can't Win Me Back

As long as Jasper could meet her…

The doors to Heightsnew Villa groaned as it slowly opened.

Jasper’s heart leaped into his throat, and he tensed up. He leaned forward and stared a hole into the gates. Even his breathing grew heavier in anticipation.

His heart sank when Jameson appeared in his vision with an amused expression. He watched as his rival walked up to him.

“Mr. Beckett, isn’t it rather inappropriate to arrive unannounced on a quiet night like this?” Jameson’s eyes held a mocking glint.

Jasper remained composed and smirked. “That’s none of your business. The Schmidts don’t run Belbanks.

“Are you always this stubborn and this pathetic of a sore loser?” Scoffing, Jameson said, “I know why you

showed up, and I know what’s on your mind.

“You regretted choosing Liana over Lyse. You finally recognized your foolishness after being lied to, and

you’re now on a mission to get back with Lyse to recoup your losses and save some dignity.

“What do you take her as? A tool to ease your loneliness? Do you really think she’d wait for you after how

much you hurt her?”

Jasper swallowed as bitterness filled him.

“Lyse has someone new, and he’s right in front of you. You should ask for my permission if you want to go

after Lyse. I might not have it.” Jameson adjusted his glasses. His eyes gleamed behind.

“It’s not your place to say so, Jameson Schmidt.” Jasper lifted his chin, feeling the heat of his male ego.

He continued, “If I regretted my choices and wanted to get back with her, she should be the one to turn

me down. Your words mean nothing.”

“Jasper Beckett!” Frowning, Jameson gave his rival a murderous glance.

To his surprise, he heard someone calling out to Jasper as well.

Jasper looked up and felt his heart pumping wildly when Alyssa stormed up to them.

“Lyse, you’re not wearing enough layers. It’s cold at night…” Jameson’s eyes were filled with affection. He Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

was about to go up to her when she brushed past him.

She locked eyes with Jasper, creating an invisible barrier that separated Jameson from them. They stood there in confrontation, but even without action, they seemed to be in their own world.

Jameson curled his fists and inhaled sharply. His hatred had grown into something more sinister.

“Mr. Beckett, on a trip to Belbanks again, I see? Why do you always linger near our place? Is it because Heightsnew Villa boasts impressive views and architecture?” She placed her hands on her waist and glared at him.

Still shaken, Jasper looked squarely at her and blurted out, “The views here are indeed nice.”

Nice? She fumed, thinking that he must have been stupid to miss her sarcasm.

“Ha! I’ll get you a local tour guide to show you around properly. Stop loitering around our property. This isn’t a tourist attraction!” She impatiently hissed at him, “Leave now!”

Jasper stared at her with a lost and disappointed look. Then, he whispered, “Alright. Good night.” 1

She was dumbstruck by his response. Had he really just bid her good night after traveling all the way to Belbanks? Was there something wrong with him? 1

He seemed to have completed a mission and approached his sports car without hesitation.

“Hey, wait.”