Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 558

Alyssa slowly narrowed her eyes at Jasper with a look that could cut through steel. He appeared a bit flustered under her intense scrutiny.

She didn't mince words as she remarked, "That's disgustingly corny, even if you think it isn't."

He stammered, "I just ... want to be closer to you."

Perplexed by her sudden anger, he realized he was utterly clueless when it came to comforting women. As a company president known for his decisiveness in business and eloquence at global summits, he now felt utterly helpless before the woman he loved.

"Please, don't call me Lyse, like how you called her 'Lia.' It only makes you associate me with her, and that's a grave insult."

She fixed a piercing look on him.

In response, he pursed his lips, feeling his throat catch.

The pain he had inflicted on her had never truly lessened. She remained as hurt as the day they divorced. Every time he evoked their past, she would latch onto it and dwell on the hurt.

Never had she considered forgiving him. In other words, she had reminded herself never to forget the humiliating past. There could be no future for their relationship if she stubbornly clung to the past.

"Lyse, this has nothing to do with Liana or anyone else. I just—" he began to explain himself.

"Enough," she cut him off coldly and opened the door. "Don't read too much into this. I allowed you in here because I know you well. You'll never leave Rose's studio today without achieving your goal, and I don't want to trouble Rose."

His face darkened as he stared at her lonely figure.

She had only let him into the studio because she was pressed for time. She was busy with hotel business during the day and could only work on Lyla's dress at Rose's studio in the evening.

She picked up an exquisite crystal hair clip from the table. Tossing her hair coolly, she fashioned her hair into a bun.

His tender gaze remained fixed on her, and his fingers moved unconsciously. He had an irresistible urge to touch her thick, dark, and luscious hair.

"Sharon."

Alyssa's fingers were trembling despite keeping her cool. She questioned, "Do you mean the globally renowned fashion designer Sharon? What for?"

"I wanted to persuade her to come out of retirement and design a dress for me," Jasper responded earnestly.

"She's not available. You should give up," she remarked, looking down and stifling a silent chuckle. Last time, he had planned to have Alexa design jewelry for him, and now he wanted Sharon to create a dress.

In the recesses of her mind, Alyssa contemplated Jasper Beckett's self-assuredness, understanding that her various identities had a broader purpose than merely fulfilling his whims.

He frowned lightly and quizzed, "Why are you so sure? Do you know her?"

She cleverly skipped his question and countered, "Why do you need her to design a dress in the first place?"