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.

dismissed the thought immediately.

of it last night, she couldn’t see clearly,

well tell me that when you’re no

casually, “past a word’s difference.

started to speak but found herself

the Navarro residence last night.

politely, “Mr. Davis, we were just outside the hospital and noticed a traffic officer towing a Ferrari parked on the

his tone respectful. “No worries, let them handle it

through the roof. Plus, it’ll need to be shipped back to the factory for repairs, which is a hassle. Mr. Davis, you should really go downstairs

problem for me. Don’t

me, and I’m heading straight to the office. You should handle your car

look and nodded decisively. “Okay, if you say

“will do,”

“Emelie replied

a word and made his way out

back, giving them

meet William’s gaze. His strong, sculpted

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

for your help last night,

expression remained stoic. “If you’re

The face.