Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 165 clingy

“Not yet,” Lyle replied.

“Have you tracked down that virtual number? William asked. He was referring to the one sending Daphne’s kissing photo.

“I’mstildiging Virtual numbers are a real headache, but I’m working on it.”

“Well, if you quit polting around in everyone else’s business and put that time into the search, you’d find everything.”

Lyle chuckled and muttered a curse under his breath.

Emelie slipped into the restroom to take the call “Hey, Ell”

“Emelle, are you find up right now? Elana’s voice sounded relaxed, not indicating any urgency

Emelte felt hertension dissipate. “Not really, what’s going on?”

“Mom finished knitting the scarf for you and wants to knit gloves too. She’s asking what color you’d like.”

Emelie was rebred. She chuckled, “Is Mom there with you now?

“Yeah, I’ll pass her the phone, so go ahead and chat Seriously, Mom’s getting more impatient by the day. I suggested we wait until tonight to ask you, but she wouldn’t hear of” Eliana sounded annoyed.

Greta’s voice came through the line, I don’t even know how much time I have lett. While I can still do things, need to make the most of it.”

Emere couldn’t help but feel a binge of sadness at those words.

phone was handed to Greta,

“Mom,” Emeke responded.

out again.“Emelie”

“Mom, I’m here.”

I’ve finished knitting the scarf for you. Now, I want to knit gloves too. What color do you

with the scard, Emelie said. “Mom, take your time.

It’s quick,” Greta replied. “Mr. Peter gave me same camgren.

made for Thanksgiving. It was still winter now, and Greta was

“okay, but I’d rather skip the malasses 1 prefer using white sugar

are healthier,”

be a bit

got a jar from

with a sour feeling. “Alright”

short exchange, Emelle ended the call with her mother. Feeling more

into the

out to

at her reddened eyes and said coldly, “Are you that

in tears. How had benever noticed she was this clingy

to walk away. But Willam, used to

a look. “Mr. Middleton, are you planning to get physical

a disdainful look. “Do you think I’d

pressed her lips together. “I remember telling you, Mr. Middleton, that when pushed, I can do

trying to

replied, “Who could possibly intimidate you, Mr. Middleton? just a