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

She was so out of it

tell me that when

“past a word’s difference. No big deal

fixed his gaze on Emelle, his expression a puzzle. Emelie started

at the Navarro residence last night. She had assumed William had

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

his tone respectful. “No worries,

costs will be through the roof. Plus, it’ll need to be shipped back to the

for me.

Davis, I’m good to go. They’re about to discharge me, and

and nodded decisively. “Okay, if you

“will do,”

“Emelie replied

word

back, giving them both room.

craning her neck to meet William’s gaze. His strong, sculpted features reminded

which explained her outburst. Now composed and clear–headed, she rebamed to her usual polite yet

you for your help last night, Mr.

“If you’re grateful,

The face.