Can't Win Me Back - Season 3 Episode 77

Alyssa had always been like that. She would be completely focused on an object of her

interest and fall into a world of her own.

Suddenly, it occurred to her that Jameson was waiting for her. She quickly spun around to

find him patiently standing on the side, this time with a straw basket in his hand filled with

pink roses that carried an understated beauty.

The breathtaking char m of the flowers reminded her of a quote from Wislawa

Szymborska, which said, “Only a rose blooms as a rose, no one else.”

“Ms. Taylor,”Jameson addressed herwhile approaching with the flower basket.

“Oh, don’t step in here! Be careful not todirty your clothes!” she hurriedly stopped him

when she noticed his sparkly clean outfit. However, he made his way through

the thorny shrubs in an attempt to get to her.

She pursed her lips in embarrassment.

“Ms. Taylor, this is for you.” His eyeswere as soft as the sunset colors when he handed her the basket.

“Thank you, but I can’t accept your gift,”she turned him down with a smile.

The basket might be a small gift, but she thought it would be inappropriate to accept roses

from him, which appeared more like a symbol of courtship.

Her rejection was expected. He reframed his act with a smile.”A beauty like you is worthy

of the roses. More importantly, I wanted to give you a basket of roses for your research

because you seemed interested in them.

“The roses come with soil. You can plantthem in your garden and keep them blooming

year-round with proper care.”

Upon hearing that, Alyssa had no reason to turn down his rose basket. After some

deliberation, she caved in and took it from him.”Well, thank you, then.”

Suddenly, he frowned and bent toward her. She blinked in surprise, holding her breath as

his face loomed before her.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on myface?”

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“Yeah.” He nodded in seriousness.

“Where?” She wiped her face inconfusion, leaving a soil mark on her cheek like a dirty

kitten.

With a doting look, Jameson took out a white handkerchief and wiped away the stains on

her cheek and forehead. It took her a while to react to his swift move, and she frantically

said, “I’ll do it myself.”

“It’s fine. You look clean now.”Gazingdeep into her eyes, he quickly withdrew his hand. He

had a knack for coming to a

stop at the exact moment she started feeling uneasy at their intimacy.

He was flirting. The idea popped up in her mind, but she shrugged it off very soon.

Perhaps Jameson was merely being attentive because of his mild temperament and the

fact that she was a childhood friend.

They heard a flurry of footsteps in their direction. Alyssa raised her gaze and was instantly

stunned.

Jasper was standing stiffly a few steps away from her. He was not agitated nor furious,

even though something was simmering in his eyes. It felt like the calm before the storm.

Apparently, Jasper had observed the interaction between Alyssa and Jameson. He

clenched his fists, white-knuckled.

He watched helplessly as Alyssa beamed at Jameson and accepted the rose basket. He

also witnessed Jameson gently wiping

away the dirt on her cheek.

The two were close to each other, like a match made in heaven.

Jasper felt the musicles in his back stiffening as he gritted his teeth. His mind was buzzing

and in pain from the shock.

He realized that Alyss a wasn’t here to fight for his project. She was here to view the sea

of roses with her new lover.

Deep down, he’d rather Alyssa show up as a business rival to seize his partnership

opportunity and inflict torture on him.

He’d willingly give her anything she wanted rather than watch her showering another man

with all her affection that was once reserved for him.