Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 323 A Title

That night, they played well past 10:00 pm, finally parting ways because they had to work the next day.

Charles didn’t touch a drop of alcohol all night. Every time someone offered him a drink, he just said, “I’m driving Ms. Hoven later.”

So eventually, Emelle couldn’t say no to his offer to drive her. He pulled up right in front of her hotel.

Emelie hadn’t mentioned where she stayed, but these guys, one by one, somehow knew.

She was already thinking about finding a new place.

But this hotel was top–notch–safe, with housekeeping and breakfast included, and super convenient for work. It was simply the best choice in terms of value.

Thinking about it got her annoyed. If not for these guys, she wouldn’t have to go through all this trouble.

Emelie unfastened her seatbelt and grasped the door handle, pausing before she called out, “Mr. Davis. ”

Charles had ditched his jacket and was clad in a form–fitting sweater that subtly highlighted his muscular arms and chest.

But when he spoke, his charm had a restless, slightly daring edge as he asked, “Hmm? Are you inviting me upstairs for a visit?

“Not tonight. It’s late, and it’s just the two of us. It wouldn’t be quite appropriate, unless you’re willing to give me some kind of title first”

immune to his casual flirtations by

Davis, I’ve turned you down clearly and multiple times, but you seem to brush it aside. I believe everyone has the right to like and pursue whomever they choose

discomfort for the person being

“Are you saying my pursuit bothers you? How exactly? I thought I was actually doing you a

no longer just the executive secretary. I’ve been branded as ‘Mr. Davis’s girlfriend‘, and it’s become a topic of office gossip.

it into his mouth. “I promised you I’d quit

quit smoking. He always seemed to be trying to forge some

the window, letting the

thing. It tends to make them treat you better and think

difference in how smoothly things go. You see where I’m coming from, Ms. Hoven?”

refute this well–known unspoken rule,

she couldn’t argue didn’t mean she had to accept it.

unfolded, she was certain Charles’s antics would spell

“Mr. Davis…

window, casually resting it on the ledge, interrupting her, “Do you know why Justina’s been giving you a hard time?”

then shook

planned to figure it out tomorrow, but

previous secretary went on maternity

had a shot at the permanent position until you came along