Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 166

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

she asked, “Mr. Middleton, are you suddenly choosing to

permission to

she gave him a dubious explanation.

quickly.

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

his expression grew cold as

moment, he spoke again, his voice colder, “That’s impossible. I never

absurd. “Mr. Middleton, don’t

up on your calls,”

a sigh. ” you

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

her. “Emele, you’re playing games with me”

bellow her.

Are you trying to shift the blame for

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

was a knock at the door. The food indeed came right on time

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?” she asked casually, just as an afterthought Emelie grabbed her spoon and dug in

was really hungry, and her gastric pain was acting up. But she

message on WhatsApp. Emelle clicked on it absentmindedly, forgetting her phone’s volume, so it blared

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