Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 85 She Belongs to Me Tonight

Emelie was afraid of William.

She couldn’t imagine what he could do with the contract, and humans would always be scared of the unknown.

William didn’t make any further moves toward Emelie, simply letting go of her hand and striding upstairs.

He didn’t ask for her to follow

But his departing figure clearly implied that she should follow Itim upstairs.

Emelie’s mind raced; she tried to think of ideas, She accidentally made eye contact with Bryan, who slightly nodded.

Emelie steadied herself and eventually went upstairs.

At least with Bryan there, he would back her up,

Even without Samuel’s involvement, he was delighted with the terms she offered him. So, he would help her.

Downstairs was where regular guests entertained themselves, while the second floor was where the big shots on this ship gathered.

Norman patted William’s shoulder. “We’re playing poker. I remember you’re good at it.”

William replied, “I’m just decent.”

you take my place? I’m getting old and can’t handle the fatigue. I need to be down

Norman massaged his waist, sighing. “Then can you

William nodded.

room,

with a sofa, a coffee

men in suits sat at the poker table, shuffling

relatively young,

but couldn’t

table as soon as he entered the room.

somehow followed them upstairs. She wore a strapless dress, with the upper part made of red velvet fabric and the skirt

off–white chiffon

looked elegant and princess–like, but she sat on

thigh, lighting a cigarette for him

uncomfortable sense of

other two men also had women at their

of what to do. She stood there, and no

“Do you still need me to teach you where

wanted her to follow Patricia’s example, obediently

want to degrade herself like that. She remained

of defiance caused the other two men at the poker

of the men scrutinized Emele, smiling as he asked

No wonder you dared to slash

and continued

a cigarette from the pack, tapped

here and light this cigarette

suddenly remembered

a real estate