Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 162 Powerless

The sound of a sharp slap echoed through the dimly lit room, piercing the silence.

At 28 years old, william likely hadn’t been slapped since Emelie last hit him a few months back when he called her a tool.

But this time, it seemed Emelie’s slap was a lot harder.

TOOM.

Emelie was sprawled on the couch. Her chest was heaving with anger while their eyes met in the dimly lit ro

The blackout curtains obscured all light, leaving William’s expression concealed from Emelle’s view even though they were mere inches apart. William’s breathing was calm, but there was a cold determination in each exhale.

Engaged in a showdown that seemed destined to drag on forever, they were like two animals trapped in a cage, neither willing to back down.

Suddenly, a mechanical beep echoed from the doorway as someone swiped a keycard to enter the room.

Emelie wasted no time in shoving William aside. She hastily sat up and fixed her clothes, all the while wondering who could be entering. She was supposed to be the only person staying in this room.

In an instant, the living room flooded with light as someone switched on the overhead lamp

brightness was blinding, making Emelie squint before she could adjust her

and Arthur, entered the room and were taken aback by the

was happening and quickly apologized, “Sorry for barging

“We

about a faulty door in Room 1702, so we used a keycard to check. We didn’t expect to find anyone here. We’re sincerely sorry for the inconvenience! We’ll leave

a door issue? I’m the only one staying in this room, and I haven’t called

call from a man, claiming to be a guest in Room 1702, with the last name

and Arthur continued to explain, William had already straightened his shirt.

glanced at Emelie indifferently, but she avoided his gaze. Without saying a word, he passed by James and Arthur and

photo of the door

mere prank, so Emelie decided not to pursue it. James and Arthur, relieved by her understanding,

grateful for the interruption. Otherwise, William might have stayed even

headed to

there was an abundance of makeup remover and skincare products. Emelle grabbed a cotton pad,

the scent of William lingered like a shadow that refused to dissipate.

poured water into a disposable cup, and grabbed a toothbrush. She

to end

remark raced through her mind

like a small fish in a big pond. She couldn’t compete with his strength or