Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue novel Chapter 2195

Alyssa's cell phone was long gone. There was no television or computer in the room either. She had no idea how many days had passed since arriving on this island.

Having been injected with a high dose of tranquilizer, although she was awake, she was almost paralyzed from the neck down. In this state, she was like a hopeless yet appealing live mannequin.

The silence in the luxurious and chilly room was suffocating. Even the wind and waves couldn't be heard. Clearly, this room was quite some distance away from the sea.

It was a gilded cage that Jameson had crafted for her.

Alyssa's limp body lay on the light yellow bedding. She was no longer wearing the outfit she had on when she came. Instead, she was forced to change into a thin, red-colored lace nightgown.

Like a delicate rose, she seemed to wither, inch by inch, losing all signs of life.

A female helper on the island had dressed her in that nightgown.

Despite Jameson's cruelty toward everyone else, he had never forced himself on Alyssa. He truly loved her to the core. At the same time, he truly couldn't bear to see her cry.

Alyssa looked out the window, lying completely still. The deep orange skies of dusk dimmed gradually as the sun set. The beautiful colors eventually disappeared entirely and were replaced by a heart-wrenching darkness.

Her swollen eyes glistened with unshed tears. She bit down hard, willing them back.

After a while, a knock came at the door, followed by familiar footsteps.

"Lyse, it's time to eat."

Jameson entered, carrying a tray to the side of the bed. His voice was unusually gentle. "I made your favorites," he said.

Alyssa turned her pale face away. Even though she was paralyzed, every nerve in her body was filled with hate and resistance against Jameson.

He stood over her.

The smooth silk fabric highlighted Alyssa's graceful figure. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow, contrasting her frail and pallid face.

Yet, this sight made him feel all the more to possess her.

"You haven't eaten or drank anything since you got here. Your body won't be able to take it if you go on like this."

Jameson placed the tray down on the bedside table. He turned to his side and sat down next to her. With his chilly hands, he held her ankles. Inch by inch, his trembling hands traveled upward.