Chapter 166 Kidnapped

William’s voice turned slightly cold. “Jayden ordered all the specialty dishes from Wimstour City. They’re heavy on oll and spice. Can you handle that?”

nelle couldn’t handle it, which was why she barely touched her food. But why was he so concerned anyway?

Willan wasted no time and made a call. “Send some lighter dishes to private room 888. We’ll need them in ten minutes.”

Emelie couldn’t help but stare at him. Was he deliberately arranging food for her?

“Mr.Middleton, you truly know how to surprise me,” she said. He was even more unpredictable than she had imagined.

After their argument last night, it was unexpected for him to suddenly show concern about whether she could eat or not.

Willam shot her a glance. “No need to be surprised. You have to stay alive to answer my questions.”

It became clear that there was a motive behind his actions.

Emelle couldn’t move, so she gave up and sat at the table while holding her stomach.

The private dining room in the high–end hotel exuded an indescribable yet delightful fragrance.

William didn’t waste any time. Regardless of whether she had recovered or not, the questions kept coming. “How did the miscarriage happen?”

we go

asked, “Mr. Middleton, are you

permission to interrogate me? William shot

a few seconds, she gave him a dubious explanation. “I was kidnapped.”

quickly.

but you hung up on me. So, they pushed me onto the read, and 1 got hit by

hesitated visibly. Then, his expression grew cold as he

his voice colder, “That’s impossible. I never

“Mr. Middleton, don’t act like I’m so special

you that I never hung up on your calls,”

a sigh. ” you say

Emelie was like a thorn on the rose. Though seemingly obedient, every

to her. “Emele, you’re playing games

bellow her.

trying to shift the blame for

like your commands aren’t as effective as you thought, Mr. Middleton,” Emelie remarked

finished speaking, there was a knock at the door. The food indeed came right

in a cart with dishes–chicken noodle soup, a salad with vinaigrette dressing, and assorted fruit slices, all light and suitable for someone with gastric pain “Mr. Middleton, are you eating?”

pain was acting up. But she felt better

message on WhatsApp. Emelle clicked on it absentmindedly,

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