Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper)
Chapter 606

The dinner was filled with merry laughter. Jameson wanted to serve a bottle of wine from his precious collection, but Alyssa found herself sipping on juice, thanks to Lily's insistence. Over the course of the evening, she downed various types of fruit juices.

After dinner, Claire entertained Lily in order to give Jameson and Alyssa some personal time. Jameson then took Alyssa on a tour of his villa, graciously sharing his antique collection.

They marveled at notable pieces such as Paulo Gagarin's "Impressionist Oil Landscape Painting", Van Gogh's "Landscape with Snow", a vase from the Victorian era, and many more treasures, each of which would be worth a significant amount at auction.

Alyssa stood before the table, examining the paintings with a magnifying glass. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, clearly infatuated with the items.

"Do you like them? I'll wrap them up for you to take home if you wish," Jameson offered with a warm smile as he rested his arm on the bed.

While she was admiring the paintings, he was admiring her beauty.

"Wrap them up for me? Each of these items is worth at least a million or more, and they're all authentic. I can't imagine their previous owners parting with them willingly. Why would you offer these to me?" Alyssa playfully teased.

She straightened her posture and winked at him through the magnifying glass. "Are you a collector or a seller? A true collector, like Winston, would never allow anyone to touch their collection, let alone part with it."

He grinned, responding in a low and charming voice, "My generosity extends to only two people-you and Uncle Winston."

A warmth enveloped her, and she pursed her lips. Jameson was the polar opposite of Jasper. He was a smooth-talker, whereas Jasper wouldn't say something nice even under duress.

"Winston is a greedy old man. If he knows you have something good, he'll take advantage of your generosity."

"He's welcome to take whatever he likes. I don't have much to offer, just a few antiques that he appreciates. Naturally, I would share them with him," Jameson replied earnestly.

"What about you? Is there anything you would like, apart from claiming your rightful share in the Schmidt Group?" Alyssa asked, her tone intentionally probing.

He fondly considered responding with "You," but instead he remarked, "It's snowing, Lyse."

"Is it?" She radiated excitement, her eyes glittering like stars.

Snowy days held a special place in her heart. When she was a child, her mom used to take her to the backyard to enjoy the snow, clutching her hands and sliding their fingers across the layers of snow and ice Jameson suggested, "Let's watch the snow."

Guiding her to the balcony, he pushed the doors open. She was captivated by the scene outside. A flurry of snowflakes danced through the sky.

"How pretty!" she exclaimed into the night sky. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Behind her, Jameson quickly removed his jacket and draped it on her shoulders. He gently reminded her, "The view is great, but we don't want you to catch a cold."

The cold in her body was immediately replaced by the warmth from the jacket. When she turned to face him, she noticed his intense gaze and stuttered, "Your..." Jameson's heart raced, and his breathing became uneven.

"Your glasses are frosted. Can you still see the snow?" she asked with genuine interest. He paused and grinned, not bothering to conceal his feelings for her. He thought, "Alyssa, did you know there was a saying in Kontina? They said that you should watch the first snow with the woman you would like to marry." Despite her cold hands, she looked joyful as she raised her hands to catch snowflakes.

Jameson was overcome with a sudden urge to take her hand and never let go.

Just then, her phone rang, disrupting the perfect moment. Her expression changed as she glanced at the screen.

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