Can't Win Me Back

“Why are you … here?” Alyssa was caughtby surprise. She looked adorable and innocent with the freckles on her face and a head of messy hair.

Jameson Schmidt had a smile in his eyes as he pressed his lips together.”Can’t I be your suitor?”

Her lips formed a taut line as she struggled to answer his question. He resolved the awkwardness with a gentle smile that made his question sound like a harmless joke.

“May I take a seat?” asked Jamesongentlemanly.

“Please do,” she replied graciously. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Jameson did not look much different from their first encounter. He looked refined and suave, dressed in a striped emerald couture suit and wearing a pair of gold-

rimmed glasses.

“Ms. Taylor, you are rocking a ratheradorable and unique style today.” He squinted.”You don’t have to act in front of me, though. Just be yourself.”

She coughed in awkwardness.”I don’t recall having you as my date. Why are you here?”

“Because I know that you must havewanted to meet me again. I feel the same too.” He took off his glasses and smiled.

“What a suggestive remark!” Alyssathought.

“Well, it’s not a bad idea. I have beencurious about you since our last meeting. I do wish to meet you again.”She cast a sh arp gl ance at him.”Jameson Schmidt.”

His eyes wavered a little, and the hands on his knees trembled out of joy. He whispered,”Lyse, it’s been a while.”

Taken aback, she politely replied, “Yes,

it’s been a while.”

They had gotten along well in their childhood, but those memories were from decades ago. Jameson felt like a stranger to Alyssa when they met again.

She vaguely remembered him as a short, skinny boy with good looks and smooth skin when he was younger. Due to his feminine looks and reserved personality, other kids mocked and ostracized him.

In contrast, Alyss a had been the popular kid in school. She was nicknamed “Big Boss”.

When she saw Jameson bullied, she helped him out right away by beating up three boys who were all taller than her. From then on, no one dared to bully Jameson because she took him under her wing.

That was all she could recall from her childhood. Little did she know that Jameson, through the ups and downs in his later life, had never forgotten the ray

of hope she cast into his dark life.

She was not just a first love—the term failed to describe her importance to him. She was like the sun, igniting the world anew with such brilliance.

“So, you recognized me when I bumpedinto you drunk at the karaoke that night. Right?”

“Yes.”He smiled.

“Did you save me from danger becauseyou were following me, not because you happened to be there?”

“That’s a yes too.”

“Why?” She frowned.”Why didn’t you tellme who you were when you recognized me?”

“I was waiting.”He took a deep breathand croaked,”I was waiting for you to recall me.”

Ridden with guilt, she felt as though she had disappointed him.”Were you the one

who chose this café for the blind date?”

“Yeah. I thought you might like it becauseit feels like Heightsnew Villa here.” There was a spark in his eyes.”Do you still recall? We loved playing hide-and-seek in the garden of Heightsnew Villa. You’d hide in the manma de cave every time.”

Hide-and-seek was their favorite childhood game. He could always guess her location every time he closed his eyes. Still, he always pretended to search high and low for her and deliberately avoided looking in the ca ve to satisfy her desire to win.

He enjoyed losing, but only to her.

“Wow, you still remember the details.”She scratched her head, feeling sheepish.