Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 224 Jailed

Emelie turned back to face him. William handed her the towel with a slight raise of his eyebrow. “I’m not rushing you, Emelle. Take your time.”

But Emelie couldn’t afford to take her time. Each day that passed without Greta recovering was filled with worry and uncertainty for her.

Whenever she called her sister, Eliana, she heard the same reassuring words–that Greta’s condition was stable. This allowed Emelie to momentarily release the tight grip of amely and carefully weigh her options.

She was reluctant to choose William, so she continued to search for alternative solutions. Emelie took the towel without a word, heading back to the bathroom to rinse it again. She returned and handed it to Willam, who adjusted himself on the bed.

*Could you help me with my lower back? There’s a dried blood spot that’s itching.”

Emelle hesitated. “I don’t-

“The artificial heart technology is more advanced and professional overseas,” Willam interjected, his tone matter–of–fact.

“But with your mom’s current condition, she can’t handle a long flight And going abroad would leave you feeling even more powerless in an unfamiliar place.”

Emelie tightened her grip on the towel, contemplating William’s proposition. Yes, she had contemplated going abroad, but she always pushed the idea aside for the practical reasons he had mentioned

William subtly signaled for her to assist him–as it suggesting that by helping him now, he could reciprocate later. Since that day at the Middleton Residence, when she helped him with his cufflinks, their dynamic had shifted to this nuanced give and take

from his lower back. Compared

the arrangement and approached him to wipe aw two scars that marred

were whip marks. One on each side, forming an “X” The depth of these scars spoke volumes of

wounds. Given his status, who would dare whip him like

asked him about the scars because she was concerned. She even guessed that maybe he had angered his dad, Henry, and was beaten by

that. So, if not his father, then who? It was a question she had asked herself many times since, but one in

of curiosity than anything else.

it flatly.

that, but I know better. Remember how you asked about them before? Did I ever tell you?

scrubbed harder, wiping away the dried

“I got beaten

sharply to look at him. But in William’s eyes, there was a hint of a smirk as if to

was he serious or just messing with her? Emelie shot back

your book. Remember when I asked about your miscarriage? You told

improbable, then it’s improbable,” she

then take it as me messing with

knew if her kidnapping tale was true, just as no one knew it his story about getting roughed up in jail was genuine. The two of them always seemed locked in a subtle contest, neither willing to give

the subject “So, what’s the plan? My

here.