Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 223 Craving

Last night, Emelie had only been able to wipe herself down. But she still felt dirty, especially with the lingering earthy smell in her hair. She toughed it out for a day but couldn’t stand it any longer.

She asked the nurse for some plastic wrap to cover her injured hand, keeping it dry and still. This allowed her to use the showerhead cautiously to wash her body.

The VIP room was spacious, but its soundproofing was lacking. Thus, the sound of running water from the bathroom was amplified.

William was on his hospital bed, conducting a video conference with an overseas client. The sound of running water was making it difficult for him to concentrate. The client called out to him, “Mr. Middleton?”

William snapped back to attention, offering a casual “yes” as he took a sip from his now–cooled water.

Seeing him in a hospital gown, the client hesitated to push him too hard. “Mr. Middleton, if you’re not feeling well, we can wrap this up for now.”

“No need to stop. Let’s keep going,” William pushed through. He needed the distraction of the meeting; otherwise, he knew his mind would wander even more. Yet, despite his efforts, it was already consuming him.

Men and women really did think differently in some ways.

gestures he made, like giving her an umbrella on a hot day or a scarf when it was cold. These seemingly Insignificant details could leave a lasting

with a woman, they

Emelie were very compatible in that regard. Especially in their first year together, he frequently found himself genuinely craving her. For someone accustomed to having everything at his disposal and usually indifferent to most

solid month commuting to work together every morning and returning to Eastbay every night. She was inexperienced, knowing little

with it, William’s train of thought. He casually lowered his gaze, smoothly suppressing any unruly impulses.

air of single–minded focus and undisturbed composure. But inside, the tendrils of his desire had grown deeper than anyone

speaking

her hair before glancing at the time–it was already 7:30 pm.

yet today, Emelie assumed he was probably tied up at

if he was busy. She could grab something

closed his laptop, he rubbed his forehead and turned to Emelle. “Help me

hesitated, clearly reluctant. Setting the laptop aside, William added, “It’s just for one more day. Tomorrow,

that, Emelie felt no relet

in this position in the first place. But she knew what would happen if she