Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Jupter 317 A Joke

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand clamped down hard on Charles‘ shoulder,

letore he could whip around to see who it was, he got yanked back.

ught off guard, he staggered, sending his cottage cheese and fruit breakfast bowl flying, splattering him from head to toe

Though his clothes shielded him, the mess left him looking like a complete wreck.

harles clenched his tongue against his cheek, raised his head, and locked eyes with William. The smallenged on William’s lips, but his demeanor hinted at achill

‘Mr. Middleton, let’s keep this civilized. What’s with the hands–on approach?” Charles quipped.

Van fixed him with a stare. “Can you even talk civilly, Mr. Davis?”

‘Of course I can. Why wouldn’t I?” Charles shrugged off his jacket, balled it up, and tossed his expensive custom suit into the trash without batting an eye.

With a sly grin, he quipped, “Heard you played hero for Ms. Hoven last night at the hospital. Appreciate it.

“Next time, though, shoot me a call After all, as her potential boyfriend, I’m supposed to be the one looking out for her, you know?”

William adjusted his cufflinks. This caught Emelie’s attention as she noticed his suit looked oddly familiar. Wasn’t that what he wore last night? Didn’the leave?

No way.

the thought

always wore black suits that were practically indistinguishable. She was so out of it last night, she couldn’t see clearly, let alone recognize his

me that when you’re no longer a ‘potential boyfriend,

word’s difference. No

expression a puzzle. Emelie started to speak but found herself

the Navarro residence last night. She had assumed William had arrived in Weston with only Elena,

were just outside the hospital and noticed a traffic officer towing a Ferrari

his tone respectful. “No worries, let them handle

Plus, it’ll need to be shipped back to the factory for repairs, which is a hassle. Mr. Davis, you

problem for me. Don’t

to discharge me, and I’m heading straight to the office. You should

decisively. “Okay, if you say so. Call

“will do,”

“Emelie replied

brushed past William without a word and made

giving them

the hospital bed, craning her neck to meet William’s gaze. His strong, sculpted features reminded her of their conversation the

had been unwell then, which explained her outburst. Now composed and clear–headed, she rebamed to her usual

help last

you’re grateful,

The face.