Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 22 Have A Drink

Emelie flinched as Troy grabbed her and spun her around to face him. His eyes sparkled with happiness.

Troy said, “I was wondering why the music from your end sounded so familiar. You lied to me!”

Emelle stayed silent.

Mona was

meeting some clients here and had texted Emelle that she was getting drunk. Mona then requested Emelie to come and get her.

Mona rarely asked Emelie for help, so Emelie rushed over instantly, worried something might’ve happened to Mona.

But Mona hadn’t informed Emelie of the room she was in, so Emelie remained unaware. She’d been waiting for Mona’s response when Troy gave her a call. Emelle hadn’t been in the mood to explain things to Troy, so she lied about there being guests at home. Who knew,

Emelie pursed her lips and said truthfully, “I’m waiting for a friend, Mr. Spencer.”

But because she’d lied about tending to relatives earlier, Troy no longer believed her. He insistently dragged her into the Westward Club. Emelie couldn’t wrestle away no matter what.

“Aw, we’re all friends here tonight. There are no outsiders. Why are you so shy? We’re not going to mess

with you. Will is here too!” Troy said.

Emelie remained silent. Troy really was inconsiderate.

person would forcefully make her join a party where William was present. Though they didn’t take Emelie’s relationship with William seriously, they still knew they

now separated.

mention, William even brought Daphne

white dress, a stark contrast to the depraved scene around

the

had to go through the motions.

with William for three months and was incredibly in love with him. It

before he yelled to all his other friends, “Guys, Will

girlfriend over!”

without waiting for her. Emelie remembered feeling incredibly happy, thinking William had made their relationship official by bringing him to meet

Have

William entered the room and sat down,

time, William had patted the spot beside him. “Come

disappeared in

“Not your girlfriend?

to Emelie then. Emelie had felt

was purely transactional, with sex being the only currency involved. It made Emelle no different from the women who tended to the men in

her to his friends. Of course, this curiosity quickly died down

I haven’t found