Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 220 Grudge

Chapter 220 Grudge

After leaving Reggie’s place, Lyle made his way to the hospital. In the hallway, he crossed paths with William, who was being wheeled back to his room after a nurse had just finished stitching up his wounds.

Jayden walked alongside the bed, chatting with William. Lyle greeted them nonchalantly, “sey, Will Jayden.”

As he approached closer, Lyle’s expression soured at the sight of William’s pallor. “Damn, Will You look worse than I expected. Maybe I went too easy on him.”

“Too easy on who?” Jayden asked, then quickly caught on “You went after eccle?

“Yeah, [wrapped up the Blossom Clove deal, Lyle replied, handing a contract to Ashton with a satisfied smirk. “They’ll be moving out tonight.

Jayden leaned in with interest. “How’d you do that?

“Not much. Just had him kneel, Lyle said nonchalantly. By this time, they had reached the room, and Emelle could hear their conversation.

Lyde commented, “I was a bit late to the party. Reggie’s leg was already busted when I showed up. No clue who did it.”

Lyle had a talent for tormenting people, which explained why Reggle hurriedly signed the contract and agreed to move out overnight. Dealing with tough guys called for playing hardball. As the nurse wheeled William’s bed into the room, Lyle spotted Lmelie. His

Hoven, sharing a room with Will, huh? Are

remarks. Undeterred by her silence, Lyle continued, “Are you

from you. Don’t tell me

Lyle stemmed from his past manipulation and mistreatment of her, compounded by the fallout involving Mona. Lyle mulled it over. “Is

I

of days

one of my guys mentioned it to someone in Ms. Bowen’s circle during a casual chat and shared

moment to absorb the revelation. “So, Daphne found out about it on her own, not from any pillow talk with William?” she thought.

sense of relief–she definitely didn’t want to be a subject

leak of Mona’s screenshots entirely on her own, without William pulling any strings behind the scenes. Emelie kept her thoughts to herself, offering no response to Lyle’s remarks.

tongue, considering his next move but finding nothing worth saying Jayden picked up on Lyle’s extra attention

wanting to dwell on it, Jayden gave Lyle a pat on the shoulder, signaling it was time to go. “It’s late now. Let

out,” Lyte nodded,

Once they were gone, the room settled back into silence.

and wrinkled her nose at the faint odor. After a day navigating moddy fields, dealing with stray dogs and troublemakers, getting

headed to the bathroom for a quick wash. Her injury was limited to her hand; otherwise, she was fit and mobile. The perks of the VIP ward included having all the comforts of home right at hand. Emelle couldn’t twist a towel, but she could manage with a damp washcloth. She carefully dampened it, squeezed it out, and slowly cleaned herself, methodically wiping away the day’s