Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 222 Masked Desire

Emelie frowned, striding over and bending down to help him remove it with a single hand. As she moved, her hair cascaded forward, lightly brushing her chest. William unconsciously turned his head and caught a hint of her scent

He lifted his gaze, focusing on her sharply defined nose. He was close enough to discern even the fine hairs on its tip. And just below, her lips awaited.

William’s eyes clouded as her hair grazed his shoulder by accident. He started replaying their recent intimacy in the utility room.

Back then, he’d been farious upon discovering Wesley had been covertly watching her, even going as far as confronting her. So, when he had her, his actions had been more about teaching her a lesson than losing himself in desire.

Now, unexpectedly, he felt a pang of regret. Emelie couldn’t ignore the way his temperature rose subtly.

They’d been together for three years, and she knew him well enough to sense it. Warly, she glanced up at him.

Williams swiftly masked any hint of desire in his eyes. His demeanor turned cold in an instant.

Noticing her scrutiny, he arched an eyebrow and prodded impatiently, “Harry it up. How long do you plan on leaving me hanging here?

“or maybe you want me to catch a cold while injured, adding insult to injury in your revenge scheme?”

“Thanks for the ‘brilliant‘ idea,” Emelie mused sarcastically. She never would’ve come up with such a twisted plan herself

twisted with exasperation as she handed him a fresh hospital gown and helped him into it. Away from Emelie’s sight, a faint smile tugged at

his desire under wraps for now, if she caught onto it, she’d definitely run. There wasn’t moch he could do at

had been clear: “You need to stay in the hospital

next day, after Emelle finished her TV, she asked the nurse if she

got more treatments scheduled for the next two days.”

was puzzled. “Why? That doesn’t make sense. I only got five stitches on my arm. Two days

But you’re definitelyon the schedule for more IV, so there’s gotta

the curse turned and left. Emelle furrowed her brows, feeling increasingly agitated. She had expected a quick

acalm tone, “just do what the doctor

yesterday, even the smallest movements had been

with countless decisions needing his attention every day, and he was already back to work. He gestured. “Have your laptop brought over. You can work from your bed; it won’t be a waste of time.”

well, yet the thought of enduring another two days with him left her uneasy and

up to an IV, casually inquired,

me I

his composure. “Take your time. Getting healthy is what

his gaze. “Blossom Clove has signed the contract. We can start the construction today. Mr. Swanson, you can begin gathering

“Mr. Middleton, you sure know how to get