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 immediately.

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

tone chilled. “Might as well tell me that when you’re

a word’s difference.

his gaze on Emelle, his expression a puzzle. Emelie started to speak but found herself at a loss

nearby. Emelie hadn’t seen Ashton at the Navarro residence last night. She

a Ferrari parked on the street. From the plates, it looks like yours. Should you go down and handle

at Ashton, his tone respectful. “No worries, let them

the repair costs will be through the roof. Plus, it’ll need to be shipped back to the factory for repairs, which

“Money’s no problem for

good to go. They’re about to discharge me, and I’m heading straight to the office. You should handle

decisively. “Okay, if you

“will do,”

“Emelie replied

past William without a word

quietly stepped back, giving them both

hospital bed, craning her neck to meet William’s gaze.

and clear–headed, she rebamed to her usual

for your help last night, Mr. Middleton.”

you’re

The face.