Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 257 Go Along With It Emelie blamed herself for suddenly mentioning the surveillance footage, William had specially checked the folder to ensure that everything had been overwritten, so she had no mason to worry.

Although the video was gone, memories of their intimate moments lingered in his mind, distracting him even during meetings.

So, he had decided to cback to see her. When he returned, he found her nestled on the couch, fast asleep. Her head tilted to the side, revealing the graceful contours of her neck and shoulder. Her fair, delicate skin seemed almost ethereal, with faint veins visible underneath.

Sex was the most primal and basic of needs. William had never invested much tor effort beyond meeting his own needs.

However, after being apart from Emelie for a few months, he realized how deeply be missed her.

William kissed her passionately, then reached out to push aside her sleeping gown. Emelle was caught completely off guard; she hadn't expected him to return so suddenly. He forcefully restrained her on the couch, leaving her with no escape With eves slightly narrowed, he observed her closely. His well-defined brows, thick eyebrows, and prominent nose contributed to his inherently assertive appearance. Their breathing becerratic as their bodies entangled in passion.

Finally, the day was sunny. Sunlight poured through the large windows, casting delicate shadows resembling willow fluffin the air As William teased her, Emelie frowned and struggled slightly in his embrace. Just as William was about to escalate things further, the serene study was interrupted by a ringtone. Emelie felt relieved. She finally had a valid reason to push him away. She urgently grasped his hand and said, "Your phone, William." William frowned in annoyance as their intimate moment was interrupted. He briefly ignored the call and grasped Emelie's chin, Emelie suppressed her instinct to struggle and marmured softly, "It might be a work call William sighed heavily and eventually released her. He sat on the carpeted floor in front of the couch, loosened his tie and answered his phone.

Emelie wasn't sure who the call was from. All she heard was him responding with a simple "Hmm" and "Olay," then quickly hanging up, In that brief minute, Emelie also pondered how to handle his demands. She sat up, adjusted her clothes, and cleared her throat, asking, "Mr. Middleton, are you here to deliver my lunch? William hesitated. Emelie did too.

Then, looking down, she explained, "Did you forget that there's no food at home? You've locked the door, I can't go out, and delivery can't get in. I haven't eaten." William hadn't considered this. Emelie wasn't surprised-she knew he didn't take such details seriously because he didn't prioritize her.

"Have you eaten?" she asked.

William's throat babbed slightly. "No." "So what now? Should we order in or go out?" Emelie covered her stomach and added, "If I get too hungry, I might get a stomach ache." As William looked at her, he noticed that her lips were still tinged red from their earlier kiss. He said in a slightly lower voice, "Let's go out." Emelie grinned and climbed down from the couch. "Then I'll go change. William!" Her last exclamation was because William had just pulled her off the soda, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the carpet.

She was afraid of falling into his arms. Her hands instinctively caught his chest, and she looked at him in slight panic. "What are you doing?" "You were sleeping like a log just now, and you didn't seem to be in pain. A slight delay won't hurt," William replied calmly. He gently massaged the back of her neck and added in a low voler, "If you want to eat soon, just go along with it." Chapter 250 The Bloodsta 1/1 Chapter 258 The Bloodstain Emelle glanced up at the mirror as she washed ber hands and noticed a fresh red mark on her neck. She closed her eyes briefly in i expression was calm again.

She covered the mark with concealer and changed into a high-neck sweater from her wardrobe.

resignation. When she reopened them, her As Emelie tossed her pajamas into the laundry basket, she noticed William's clothes mixed in. They didn't look like what he had worn yesterday. She couldn't help but wonder if these were what he had wom when he had gone out last night.

Upon closer inspection of his white coat, she found a bloodstain on it, despite not noticing any signs of injury on William just now.

Curious, she picked it up. The stain appeared to be from someone else.

The fabric was lurious and tended to retain odors. She caught a Jaint whitt of disinfectant She wondered if the smell had been acquired at the hospital. The fact that it lingered suggested he had spent quite stthere.

"Why would he have visited the hospital last night Emelie pondered.

As she left the room, William had already changed into a black cashmere overcoat, which accentuated his tall figure.

As they got into the car, Emelie surested, “Mr. Middleton, I'd be to visit my mom at the hospital after dinner." William kept his eyes focused ahead, his handsprofile reflected sharply in the car window. "Your mom's doctor is Dr. Foster's assistant. Though she's in an assistant role, she holds a senior title. She's looking after your mom. You don't need to stay there on guard." "Mr.Middleton, don't you understand how I feel?" Emelie furrowed bec brow. "When someone we love is in the hospital, we want to be there for support, even if we can't change the outcome. It's about being present, so we won't regret it if something unexpected happens." William navigated a turn with one hand on the wheel and offered no response to her words. Soon, the car pulled up at an Eastanian cuisine restaurant.

He said indifferently, "You can go to the hospital after dinner." Emelle brightened up at his words, but he continued, “Just make a quick visit, then head home. Don't stay out late. Your tis mine now." Emelle fell silent.

The restaurant valet approached to take his cat. As they walked inside, william casually asked, "Are the documents ready? "I haven't prepared them," Emele replied calmly. "Since I'm not yet a Cloudex employee, it's better not to access Cloudex files." William glanced at her "You do keep to your principles, Awainer in a shirt vest approached. "Hello sir, do you have a reservation? May I have your name?" "We didn't make a reservation," Will replied The waiter looked flustered "I'm sorry sir, our restaurant requires reservations for limited ingredient availability. Without one, we cannot serve you." William raised an eyebrow.

Emelle was slightly surprised that William was being stopped. But soon, the restaurant manager noticed and hurried over. "Mr. Middleton! Welcome!" He immediately gestured for the waiter to step aside respectfully. "Please cinside, the Bayview private dining room that you used last tis ready and reserved for you."

Emelie followed William inside. They turned a comer, and she glanced back at the waiter. He seemed m nervous, possibly afraid of unintentionally offending a VIP. Those who dined at such restaurants were typically affluent it was likely his first encounter with someone who had their own exclusive room here. If William liked, approved, or found something satisfactory, he would make it his own, and no one else could use it anymore.

He was authoritarian and domineering His status had granted him too many privileges.

Emelle turned around to look at the restaurant. It exuded an Eastanian charm. Though its exterior appeared unremarkable, the interior was a different world

The restaurant had white walls, tiled roods, artificialhills, and cobblestone paths lined with bamboo trees.

Traditional Eastania Carved doors and windows added to its charm. Inside the private dining room, they could see rowboats gently gliding on the lake through the open windows, with oats softly splashing in the water. The scene reminded them of misty Eastania As Frelics gazed out the widow, she suddenly felt her tension ease.

William ordered several dishes, and the waiter brought hot towels for them to freshen up. As he wiped his e hands, Williams looked at Emelie's profile, recalling something. Suddenly, far asked, "Did you know I went out last night?" х