Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414 

Lauren extended her hand toward Landon, her face partially buried between her knees. “Give it back to 

me 

“I saved your teddy bear last night. Can’t you give me this painting in return?” 

Landon leaned against the desk, his well-built arms supporting him. “I really like this painting. Will you give 

it to me, please?” 

“I’ve already prepared your pre-present,” Lauren uttered timidly, her toes curling inward. 

“Where is it?” Landon’s eyes lit up in excitement. 

After around ten minutes, Landon was back in his Ferrari. 

He 

e couldn’t stop smiling from the immense, unprecedented satisfaction. He held a cake box in his left hand and the neatly rolled portrait from earlier in his right hand. 

He had been secretly hoping he could get a painting from Lauren when he saw the painting she gifted to Newton on his birthday. 

A one-of-a-kind painting created just for him. He couldn’t believe that his dream came true. And that joy and satisfaction he felt was indescribable. 

Pleased, Landon kept the portrait away carefully. He hastily opened the cake box. Inside was a plain blueberry mousse cake. It looked a bit hideous. 

Nonetheless, he picked up some cream with his fingertip and put it into his mouth, savoring it slowly as he sucked on his finger, 

Landon furrowed his brows. He chewed it thoroughly. He couldn’t help but wonder why it tasted a little 

sour. 

With a face mask on, Alyssa was still engrossed in playing games at her study table. It was already midnight, yet she had not gone to bed. 

In fact, she was already tired. It was just that she was worried about Sean. 

He still hadn’t returned after carrying out her order to stalk Bryan. So, she played some games to keep herself awake while waiting for Sean’s news. 

ho had received emails sent by the official team. 

They had invited her, the Queen of Killers in the international server, to participate in the professional tournament more than once. However, she refused their offer every single time. 

She was simply playing for enjoyment, not wanting to mix her amusement with money-making, especially since she was already well-off. 

A notification tone chimed. Jameson was online. 

Rose: ‘Do you want to play a game together?” 

Lucifer: “Okay. Bring me in.” 

He connected to her voice chat, and his clear, melodious voice resonated in the study room. 

“Good evening, Ms. Lucifer.” 

“Good evening, Mr. Rose,” said Alyssa jokingly, “What kind of rose are you?” 

“It seems like you handle pressure really well. Ada’s incident didn’t really impact you,” said Jameson as he smiled gently. 

“Well, that’s because I live by a mantra.”