Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

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Chapter 221 Playing Hard to Get

Chapter 221 Playing Hard to Get

Emelie stood firm and refused to budge. William let out a deep sigh. “You’ve got me all worked up, and you won’t make a small gesture?”

Emelie shot back, unyielding, “What kind of gesture do you expect? Should I bring you flowers?

“Instead of beating around the bush, why not just say, ‘If you don’t help me get water, I’ll leak your photos,‘ then maybe I’ll consider helping”

William couldn’t help but chuckle despite the tension. “Alright, if you drive me to my grave, I’ll print your photo and stick it on my tombstone for everyone to see

Emelle couldn’t hold back. “Are you nuts?”

Willian clenched his jaw, opting to ignore her jab. He pushed the blanket aside, grimacing as he pressed against his wound. He seemed determined to get up and fetch water

himself.

Emelie watched him closely, fearing he might aggravate his injury and end up back in surgery in the dead of night with Lyle, who was fiercely loyal to William, present, no one dared make Willian uncomfortable, lest they face the same fate as Reggie

She approached with the water pitcher, poured a glass, and handed it to him. “You could’ve just called Ashton if you wanted water. She’s right outside”

instead, he drank directly from her hand. His posture was so natural that Emelie instinctively tilted the glass to help him drink more

wasn’t injured at all. Why hadn’t he just taken the glass himself? Frowning, Emelie withdrew her

finished drinking when he leaned back against the headboard, relaxing “Reggie’s been dealt

nodded, taking in

“Guess who busted

Emelie possibly know? “He’s got so many enemies. It

“I know who did it.”

“Who?” Emelle asked

“Tsugest you don’t get

one who brought it up first? What was his game? Was this asshole for real?” she couldn’t help but

to her bed. Suddenly, William grabbed her wrist. His grip startled her,

off by her quick reaction, and then his demeanor

firmly, “If you need help, Mr. Middleton, you

frowned. “Can she handle seeing

his deep, dark eyes, the bedside lamp reflecting off them like a haunting light in a misty

the photos, Emelie cursed her decision to intervene when Jack was about to stab

be in the of right now, fighting for his de,” she thought. “But regrets don’t come easy. What’s

turned and headed into the bathroom. She filleda basin with hot water and grabbed a handful of Lace towels. She soaked them, then

she returned, she handed the towels to William “Clean yourself up. Team only use one