Can’t Win Me Back

Those who didn't know Jameson well would never associate him with villainous words like "viper", "monster", or "devil".
Step by step, Alyssa walked to the side of his bed.
Her gaze was calm as she examined him.
"I'm not feeling well, Lyse..." Jameson's eyes turned red from holding himself back.
Finally, he couldn't help himself.
He gulped and reached for her hand.
But she offered him no opportunity.
A frown creased her face as she stepped back to avoid him.
"It's such a shame," she smirked mockingly, "that you're merely ill.
Not dead." The air in the room grew thick with tension.
After a moment, Jameson leaned back against the headboard, his eyes still filled with tender affection.
"T won't kick the bucket so easily, Lyse.
I wouldn't be able to see you again if I died." Alyssa scoffed, clenching her fists.
"I've toiled through so much to come back from Kontina to see you.
All these years, you've been the reason I persevered.
So, for your sake, I have to live a long life." Alyssa continued to stare at him coldly, like a judge sentencing a criminal.
"If you truly care for me, you'll listen.
Repent and turn yourself in immediately." Jameson's lips stretched into a wide smile.
"So, from the very beginning, you weren't living for my sake at all.
It was all for yourself.

You clawed your way out of the trenches to where you are now, fueled by your ever-growing and insatiable greed." Alyssa's
words were as sharp as a blade, stripping away his facade.
Jameson cocked his head.
He looked at her, feeling intrigued.
The affection and adoration in his eyes mirrored how one might admire a beautiful flower or a stunning painting.
"Truth be told, Jameson, sometimes, I fear something happening to you.
Because then, I wouldn't be able to have you arrested and face legal punishment.
I wouldn't be able to avenge all the innocent lives you've so mercilessly taken!" Before she finished, a sudden coldness gripped
her wrist; it was Jameson.
He had grabbed her with his chilly hand.
Startled and frantic, she struggled against him, but the so-called " patient" was far stronger.
"Let go!" During the struggle, Jameson's sleeve pulled back, revealing rows of tiny, bruised track marks on his arm.
Alyssa's eyes widened.
While she was distracted, Jameson retrieved a fruit knife from beside his bed and pressed it into her palm.
"No one can punish me, Lyse.
Not even the law.
You're the only one who can." Jameson smiled, his eyes fixed on her with a passionate gaze.
His lips trembled slightly as he continued, "I know it's your dream to get rid of me.
I'll give you the opportunity now.
Do it.I don't care where you stab me as long as it makes you happy and satisfied." "You...
You are a madman!" Alyssa felt suffocated by his gaze.

She flung his hand away ruthlessly and hurled the knife far away from her.
Without a backward glance, she stormed out.
Jameson's eyes darkened.
Still, the maniacal smile on his face revealed a hint of affection.
"Mr.
Schmidt!" Carl rushed in.
He asked in a concerned voice, "You ...
You and Ms.
Alyssa...
Is everything okay?" "Why was Lyse here?" The smile disappeared from Jameson's face, and his voice turned frigid.
It was as if he were a completely different person from the one who appeared gentle in front of Alyssa.
"T went to find out earlier.
It was because Mr.
Beckett Senior wasn't feeling well.
Ms.
Alyssa accompanied him for a checkup." Carl tried to comfort him immediately.
Don't worry.
We're keeping the primary physician's mouth tightly sealed.
No one will say a word!" "Okay." Jameson relaxed.
He closed his eyes to rest as he rubbed his fingers together.

He was still reminiscing that soft touch on his fingers and the warmth that he couldn't seem to let go of.
"There's one more thing, Mr.
Schmidt." Carl lowered his voice.
With a sinister look in his eyes, he said, “Chief Novak has been staying at the station the whole time.
We have no way of getting to him.
What do you think we should do?" "Think of a way to lure him out, then." Jameson sniggered softly.
" We know better than anyone what his weakness is."