Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 258 Who Are You to judge Them?

Emelle turned around and replied, “I slept soundly last night, so I didn’t know.”

Willem looked at her. After drying his hands, he said, “After what you just said, shouldn’t you follow up by asking me where I went last night?” Emelie frowned slightly. “I don’t recall ever interfering with your daily activities before, Mr. Middleton.”

william put down the towel and indifferently said, “You can ask more in the future”

Emelie couldn’t understand why he suddenly became so demanding, and she suddenly felt less impressed with the Eastanian charm of the r responded, “Alright”

For the next 72 hours, she could only consent to whatever he said.

llam stood up and walked over to Emelie. “What are you looking at?” he asked. “Do y

Emelle shook her head “No, I’m just looking around.”

want to take a boat ride?”

restaurant. She nodded casually at

“If you’re interested in a boat ride, I’ll take you,” Willam remarked. He headed out of the prhate room, but Emelie was really just looking around.

She reluctantly followed him.

He had always been so decisive and arbitrary

William briefly spoke to the manager, who promptly instructed aboarman to bring the boat ashore,

With his hands in his pockets, he waited for the bow of the boat to approach, then effortlessly stepped aboard and extended his hand palm–up to her.

Emelle looked at the lines on his pain for a few seconds. Just as his gaze was about to shift, she grasped his hand. With a slight pull from William, she also jumped onto the boa The boatman was at the stern and soon began to row.

The small wooden boat swayed slightly as it glided across the lake. The perspective from the center of the lake felt distinctly different from that on the shore.

Emelle and Willam opted to stay on the bow of the boat rather than going inside the cabin. The rippling lake water reflected their silhouettes with each standing on a different sidi of the boat.

“Do they have boat tours like this where you come from? William casually asked. In his experience, historic towns often featured these crafted scenes of charming bridges anc serene lakes to fulfill tourists‘ fantasies:

Sure enough, Emelie nodded. “Yes.”

“Have you ever tried it?” William inquired.

Emelie shook her head. Despite it being December, the chill on the lake’s surface made her tock her hands deeper into her pockets. “My dad thought spending 40 dollars on a boat ride that lasts only 20 minutes, with the same scenery visible both on board and on land, was a waste of money.”

Willam rated an eyebrow. “So, do you want to try it?”

as she watched the tourists cruise along the riverbank.

Emelle nodded earnestly. As a child, she had truly wished to try it out. Back then, she had always felt envious as she was Willam chuckded. “If he’s too tight to drop codollars to make his daughter happy, then how did he muster up the courage to bet his entire fortune on a land deal?”

piece of land in the new district,

that it was his chance to strike it rich, so he had gone ahead without hesitation.

outcome turned out to be the exact

a sham, and he had

ambition, his lack of self–awareness, and his attempt to strike it rich like a nouveau riche dreamer.

to Wam’s disparaging comments. Instead, she turned

sense. It’s no wonder that

Whether it was her parents or siblings, they seemed to occupy too much of her thoughts and emotions. He preferred

in her. While her family seemed burdensome to her, he felt compelled to

troublemakers,” he added

“Despite his countless flaws and shortcomings, he’s still my father. His protests are for my mother’s sake, and his tights in prison were provoked by someone slandering me in front of

she added, “He’s just an ordinary person, and it’s his first time being a parent. Like everyone else, he has his good and

his eyes. “Are you

slightly. “No, not at al

instinctively wanted to step back. However, there was nowhere to retreat on the boat,

speak, a voice echoed across the lake, “Mr. Middleton’s

Chapter 260xotic Beauty

on the boat instinctively looked toward the source of

the one who had spoken

a woman leaning against a window by the

exclaim, “What

wasn’t from Capebatt Cry and was from Calmcrest. He had come to Capebat city specifically to attend a

from a distance, her striking features were evident.

avoid a potentially contentious topic, Emelie said, “Mr.

her, temporarily setting aside her

stepped

boat docked, the other two let the

a suit, and his companion was in a

sharp eyes

to her features, she resembled a member of a

didn’t stare. She took a glance before

view and then I saw you, Mr. Middleton,” Charles said with a smile, “Is the boat ride fun? You’d

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to ride on boats when she was a child. She could only watch and envy others. So, I took her out for a ride

bewildered Was he talking about her?

only slightly less nauseating than “sweetle when coming from William’s mouth.

the woman tumed their gazes

strange glint flashed across the woman’s eyes. On the other hand, Charles found lie somewhat familier. After a moment, he remembered and asked, “You’re Mr.

to toe. He then smirked

ignored Charles words and focused only

Mr. Davis? Why didn’t you tell me that you’d be in

It’s the weekend, so I’ve brought my cousin, who has recently returned from Lablos, here for a bit