Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 436

The guests made their way to the next venue in the hotel for the charity auction.

Alyssa was quick to dodge the spotlight, making sure no reporters or paparazzi were on her tail. She went to take a breather out in an empty hallway.

"Ms. Alyssa!" Sean cried, coming up to her. "Are you alright?"

"Of course I am. Those small fries were easy to placate," Alyssa reassured him, then said, "But you really shouldn't be here right now. You should be watching after the event flow at the venue."

"But … But I'm worried about you." Sean's voice was raspy when he continued, "Those reporters were purposely sent to ruin your reputation!"

"That's to be expected. The media aren't going to praise and worship me just because I'm hosting an event for charity." Alyssa was not the least bit perturbed.

She went on to say, "Plus, it makes sense that they would grill me. Technically, this mistake was caused by my slip-up, albeit some other more frivolous-looking peacocks took advantage.

"I still have no one else to blame by myself."

At the mention of "frivolous peacocks", Sean instantly thought of Betty and her mother, Sophia.

"But I disagree with one part of what you said. Those reporters weren't sent here to ruin me. They are here to help," said Alyssa.

Alyssa leaned against the wall, fingers slowly tapping against her knuckles. "We'll let Betty bask in her glory a little longer.

"I love it when they set themselves high up in the air. It makes for an incredibly devastating crash to the ground."

Sean shivered, feeling like Alyssa resembled Winston a tad too much right now. She was like a deadly rose, beautiful but riddled with poisonous thorns.

He soon excused himself to head back to help out at the auction venue.

Alyssa, meanwhile, was feeling particularly weak. She lay on a sofa in a nearby lounge, having only eaten breakfast the entire day and not a single drop of water.

She curled up, her stomach growling.

"Ugh … Hungry …" Alyssa moaned, closing her eyes.

"Mrs. Rosie told me about your stomach condition. You can't go too long without eating."

"I said no!"

Alyssa smacked the cake out of Jasper's hands, making it fall flat on the floor.

Jasper's gaze darkened as anger ignited in his chest. Disappointment washed over him like a bucket of ice, seeping into his every vein.

His heart lay on the floor, now in pieces.

"What is wrong with you, Alyssa Taylor?"

Alyssa slowly sat up, no longer hungry. Rage and hatred fueled her being. "I hate you. It bothers me when you undertake actions you think will aid me without a discernible cause.

"News flash—they don't. Do you realize how insulted and hurtful your actions are making me feel, Jasper Beckett?"