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

indistinguishable. She was so out of it last night, she couldn’t see clearly, let

as well tell me that when you’re no longer a ‘potential boyfriend, Mr.

casually, “past a word’s difference. No big deal ”

Emelie started to speak but found herself at a

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

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

at Ashton, his tone respectful.

bet it’s worth millions. If it gets damaged during towing, the repair costs will be through the roof. Plus, it’ll need to be shipped back to the factory for repairs, which is a hassle. Mr.

remained firm “Money’s no problem for me. Don’t sweat it,

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

and nodded decisively. “Okay, if you say so. Call me anytime if

“will do,”

“Emelie replied

word and

giving them

gaze. His strong, sculpted features reminded her of their conversation the previous

unwell then, which explained her outburst. Now composed and clear–headed, she

help last night, Mr.

expression remained stoic. “If you’re grateful, then settle the fare.”

The face.