Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2475

This time, the injection did not bring the excruciating pain that once made Amber wish for death.

Her chapped lips trembled, and tears streamed down her face as she gazed deeply into Remy's eyes. He, too, looked at her, his expression unreadable yet intense.

Between them, no words were needed.

"Damien… Thank you…"

Though her voice was barely audible, the weight of her words sank deep into Remy's heart. For once, he did not object to being called Damien.

The truth was, ever since Amber had been taken, an unbearable pressure had settled over him, making each breath feel like a punishment—every day since had been plagued by self-reproach and regret.

If he hadn't stopped her that night and let her go sooner, could she have avoided Sheryl? Could she have been spared the torture and humiliation?

"You should know that those who enter this place never leave. Most don't even make it out alive."

Remy's gaze was unwavering. Taking advantage of the surveillance blind spot, he placed his rough hands over hers for the first time, squeezing tightly.

"So, hold on a little longer. Give me time to find a way."

Amber's heart pounded, warmth seeping through the cracks of her despair. She closed her eyes briefly, silently telling him she understood and trusted him.

She had already been on the brink. More than once, she had considered biting her tongue just to end it all. But his words gave her something to cling to. Even if he failed, she wouldn't blame him.

Her life meant little.

But getting Damien back—bringing him to his senses and helping him recover his memories—mattered far more.

A sharp, rhythmic clacking of heels echoed down the corridor, growing closer.

Someone was coming—fast.

It was Sheryl.

Remy's eyes darkened. He lifted a finger to his lips, signaling Amber to stay silent.

Then, with a swift motion, he grasped her collar and yanked it open, baring much of her body to his view. Placing a knee beside her on the bed, he leaned down.

The steel door crashed open.

Sheryl stood in the doorway, a storm of fury radiating from her. Two of her black-clad subordinates flanked her.

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