Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 158 Detective Hoven

Patricia commented, “You almost caused a scene yesterday by bringing Ms. Bowen to the office to find Mr. Middleton and me.”

Emelie turned her head slightly and lowered the sunshade.

Still smiling, Patricia said, “I was a bit surprised. After what happened on the ship and with you no longer at Cloudex Corporation, I didn’t expect you to still be so possessive of Mr. Middleton. Just as I was catching up with him, it felt like you were ready to interrupt.”

Interrupt?

Emelie wondered if when Daphne showed up, she only saw what happened afterward, or if she interrupted the intimacy in the middle of it.

She pictured that scenario and furrowed her brow.

A flight attendant came over and asked politely, “Would you ladies like something to drink?”

“Half a glass of lemon water, please,” Emelie requested, feeling a bit queasy.

The flight attendant poured a glass and handed it to her, and Emelie drank it down.

Patricia’s voice was softer than the flight attendant’s. “Ms. Hoven, you seem pretty bothered by my relationship with Mr. Middleton, don’t you… Or are you perhaps feeling a bit jealous?”

Emelie opened the disposable eye mask provided in the business class and finally turned to Patricia, saying, “Sorry, I’m a bit tired and need to get some sleep.” Patricia was caught off guard by Emelie’s sudden statement.

But Emelie had already put on the eye mask and adjusted her seat. Folding her hands on her abdomen, she appeared as if she was getting ready to doze off peacefully.

found herself simultaneously

all. She just mentioned wanting to sleep and

Emelie to be poised

the plane landed

was already being handled. Emelie and Samuel walked together. Samuel switched off airplane mode on his phone and casually

them, lifted his head and glanced at Emelie and

glanced at Samuel’s

four or five pots of mint plants. She exclaimed, “Have they all grown this

and now they’re almost taking over my

his sharp eyesight, William noticed Samuel’s screen

he wondered if she had given them to Samuel.

his lips

through it. “I don’t believe it. You

aren’t you, Sherlock Hoven? I should’ve taken your word for it. Mint plants do thrive, so I

“Mr. Swanson, as a distinguished professor, you shouldn’t be throwing around

with a smirk

phone and glancing at her hair, he commented, “I don’t usually see you with your hair tied up. It looks nice.”

comer of Samuel’s phone screen. It was like a camera snapping a

quickly turned her head to look in that direction

she glanced around again but still found nothing.