Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 2265

Julien was gradually losing his patience. He glanced at his watch before snapping, "If you've got something to say, spit it out. I'm not wasting more time here."

'Do you like watching movies, Dr. Lovelace?"

Uri disregarded Julien's growing frustration and chuckled slyly. "I know Jonah does. I've got a film he'll find quite special.'

As soon as he finished, the large screen came to life, casting a glow on Julien's confused face.

The surround sound system produced amorous-sounding laughter, making it an immersive experience. Julien recognized Jonah's voice quickly. But the other one-the warm, crisp, pleasant voice-belonged to a stranger.

"Jonah, do you love me?" the man in the video asked gleefully.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

"I do."

Jonah's deep, raspy voice quivered slightly with emotion. "I love you. Very much. I'll love you forever." Jonah was typically so composed and restrained. Hearing this level of raw passion in his voice was jarring. "What if... I died one day?" The man's voice was gentle though laced with an undercurrent of sorrow. Jonah's breath hitched, and his voice grew thick with emotion. "Don't say that! If you die, I'll die with you." "No, Jonah. I don't want that. I want you to live on. But if that day comes, I hope you'll remember me forever." Julien suddenly felt a rush of heat in his chest, as though all the blood in his body had surged there, crashing violently within him.

With every beat, it fractured further.

His trembling hands gripped the couch, the white roses he held barely steady.

The screen showed Jonah and a striking man, their heads leaning against each other, cheeks pressed together.

Julien's eyes reddened, his gaze locked on the screen. The man looked so much like him, yet Julien knew with painful clarity that it wasn't him Jonah was kissing, cherishing, loving.

The roses slipped from his grasp, scattering across the floor.

On the screen, the pair looked like any couple deeply in love, and Julien was just a bystander, watching their happiness unfold.

The video seemed to be a vlog, shot by Jonah using a handheld camera and documenting their daily life at this villa.

They cooked together, cleaned the courtyard, shared breezy evenings on the balcony, clinked glasses, and laughed as though nothing else in the world mattered. In every frame, that man was Jonah's sole focus.

Julien had lived through those moments too. But now, the memories, once so sweet, were pure agony. The room felt like purgatory, a place where he was being mercilessly tormented.

"Dr. Lovelace, he looks very much like you, doesn't he?"

Uri's voice was hoarse, and his eyes glistened with resentment as he stared at the screen. "Let me introduce him. His name is Blake Holland. He was my younger brother, and Jonah's ex-lover. He was the love of his life."

'Lover... The love of his life..." Julien murmured in disbelief, tears rolling down his cheeks as his body began to tremble.

"But Blake and I aren't biological brothers. We met in an orphanage and grew up together. We became as close as siblings. Since he didn't know his last name, he took mine. And in his words, since my name meant light, he said

he would be darkness. That's how he named himself Blake Holland."

Uri forced himself to bear with the wrenching pain in his heart. As he looked toward Julien, whose face had gone stiff and pale, a vicious smile came across his face.

He explained, "Back then, Blake was forced to bear with the pressure of being ostracized, but he chose to be with Jonah. Then, in order not to put Jonah in a tight spot, he died by Jonah's gun.

"It has only been a few years since my younger brother's passing. Yet, Jonah's already forgotten about the man he swore he'd love forever."