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.

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 impression on her

times with a

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

every morning and returning to Eastbay every night. She

abruptly, and with it, William’s train

surface, he maintained an air of single–minded focus and undisturbed composure. But inside, the tendrils of his

out of the bathroom and heard him speaking fluentasteshese. He was deeply engrossed in

before glancing at the time–it was already

yet today, Emelie assumed he

dinner delivery if he was busy. She could

and closed his laptop, he rubbed his forehead and

one more

quickly. Despite that, Emelie felt no

position in the first place. But she knew