Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue novel Chapter 2421

Searching for Amber without direction would be pointless. Jasper made a swift decision to bring Alyssa back to the manor, shielding her from the relentless chill of the wind. Once inside, he immediately began organizing the search. He deployed his men and contacted Landon, requesting additional support.

The two of them sat together on the couch.

This time, there was no space between them. It was as though an invisible force drew them closer, their proximity feeling natural yet electric. Neither could say who had moved first.

Alyssa, however, was in no mood to dwell on their closeness. Wrapped in her down jacket, she curled up on the couch, her arms hugging herself tightly. A quiet frostiness emanated from her as she sat in silence, listening to Jasper's calm and methodical calls to mobilize his team.

In the past, his composed presence would have been enough to ease her mind. But now, her thoughts were a tangled mess, each one like a razor claw tearing at her heart.

The pain was unbearable, coursing through her body and leaving her trembling. She felt suffocated by the storm of emotions bottled up inside her.

"Madam, please take off your jacket," Rosie urged as she approached with a steaming cup of tea. "You'll catch a cold if you stay in it for too long. Drink this while it's hot—it'll help warm you up."

"I'm fine," Alyssa murmured, pushing the cup back gently. "Give it to Mr. Jasper instead."

"He's as tough as they come. He grew up rolling in the snow and swimming in icy lakes during his military days. You don't need to worry about him."

Jasper, overhearing Rosie's remark while still on the phone with Landon, glanced over.

Alyssa's face was the color of bleached linen, her body convulsing with silent sobs, all while she desperately tried to project an image of calm, her down jacket doing little to conceal the tremors that racked her frame.

She looked fragile, like a snow sculpture on the verge of collapse.

After ending his call with Landon, Jasper reassured tenderly, "Landon is on his way here. Don't worry. Ms. Altman will be fine."

"Thank you, Mr. Jasper." Alyssa handed the untouched tea to him with both hands.

"I'm fine."

Lowering his eyes, Jasper caught sight of Alyssa's hands, their once-perfect skin now bearing the marks of frostbite.

A sharp pang gripped his chest, the weight of it pressing harder with every passing second. The sorrow brewing within him clawed at his composure, demanding release, each ache making him painfully aware of how deeply it cut.

He wanted to ask if her wounds still hurt, but Alyssa spoke first. "Is Landon coming now?"

"Yeah." Jasper nodded.