Can't Win Me Back



A chill went down Jasper's spine.

At that moment, staring down the barrel of the gun, one thought consumed him. It was the only thought that mattered-he had to stay alive to meet Alyssa!

Jasper's mind raced. His gun was hidden under the driver's seat of his usual car, but today, he had taken a different sports car-one that wasn't equipped with a weapon. Panic gripped him for a split second before his instincts kicked in.

The soldier within him stirred.

Without warning, he jerked the steering wheel, ramming his car into Remy's.

One of Remy's headlights was taken out and left rolling across the snow.

All of a sudden, this prideful man was overwhelmed with anger. His eyes reddened with a strong sense of competitiveness, compelling him to pull the trigger.

A shot rang out. The bullet sliced through the cold air, shattering Jasper's car window.

From the very beginning, Remy hadn't intended to take Jasper's life. All Justin told him to do was to stop Jasper from meeting with Alyssa. He had not instructed him to take his life.

Nevertheless, that shot hit Jasper in the arm. Fresh blood gushed out from his wound, and blood had splattered on the car window.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Jasper's face went pale. He groaned but still kept his hands on the steering wheel steadily. He put the pedal to the metal and did not show any signs of stopping.

Even if the world turned upside down or if a bloody battle broke out, he would give his all to go to Alyssa.

It was as if that passion and intense urge, which he hadn't felt in a really long time, had suddenly risen within his chest once again.

Remy was startled to see how determined Jasper was that he wasn't even afraid of his gun. Right after that, his eyes dimmed as he reached his arm out the window and fired three consecutive shots at Jasper's tires.

What followed was a screeching sound that tore through the night. Jasper's tires blew out, causing his sports car to make a few spins on that empty freeway.

Finally, with a thunderous boom, his car slammed into the side of a slope on the right.

It was also thanks to the snowstorm that no cars were on the freeway. Otherwise, this could have ended tragically.

The front of the sports car was completely ruined. Thick smoke billowed from the hood, and glass had shattered everywhere.

Remy, his face like ice, approached the wreck, his eyes cold and calculating, his boots crunching over broken glass.

All of a sudden, the car door flung open.

Remy narrowed his eyes and raised his gun in a swift move.

In the next moment, a bruised and battered Jasper got out of the car. Fresh blood soaked his bangs and trickled down his badly wounded face.

Drops of blood trickled along his jaw and dripped onto the ground, blending into the desolate night.

The pain spread through his entire body, consuming him physically and mentally like crashing waves. It was as if he was about to be completely destroyed from the inside out.

He was holding himself together with his astounding willpower. No one else in all of Solana City was capable of doing so.

"Freeze," Remy commanded coldly as he aimed his gun at Jasper's bloodied face.

Nonetheless, Jasper ignored him and took a step forward.

His eyes reflected his determination, strength, and stubbornness.

Even the bleakness at the brink of death would pale into insignificance because of this look in his eyes.

"Jasper, didn't you hear me?" Remy's charming eyes filled with ferocity. He gritted his teeth and ordered, "I told you to stay right there!"

Fresh blood blurred Jasper's vision, but he did not appear to be fearful at all. He croaked, "I want to go to Alyssa. You cannot stop me.

"I can't, but what about my gun?" Remy cocked his gun and threatened.

As long as he pulled the trigger, Jasper had nowhere to run. He would most definitely lose his life right here.

"You're going to kill me?' Jasper questioned with a piercingly cold look in his eyes.

"What do you think?"

"You won't."

Remy scoffed. "That's really confident of you."

"You had countless opportunities to shoot me in the head earlier, but you didn't."

Jasper blinked hard. His eyes were bloodshot. In a clear voice, he probed, "Your goal was only to stop me from going to Alyssa, am I right?"

Remy glared at him. In a frosty voice, he replied, "Since you already know that, don't make me fire at you, Mr. Beckett."

"When we were on Rose Island, you showed up on Jameson's instructions to stop us from rescuing Alyssa... Jameson is now dead, and you and I have no grudges against one another.

*So, who was it who ordered you to stand in my way?" Jasper exhaled a cloud of mist as he forced himself to withstand the immense pain.

*No one ordered me to do so. I just don't like you and feel that you don't deserve to show up before Ms. Alyssa anymore."

Remy lifted the corner of his lip into a smirk. "Compared to you, there is someone who's more suited to be with Ms. Alyssa. Your relationship with her has ended. She no longer needs you."

The look in Jasper's eyes went cold. Feeling frustrated, he blurted in a deep voice, "There's someone more suited to be with her than me? Is it Justin you're referring to?"

To his surprise, he hit the nail on the head. Remy's pupils constricted, and the smirk vanished from his face.