Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

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Chapter 350 Recalling the Hurt, Ignoring the Help

Emelie didn’t want to get dragged into an inexplicable conflict, so she quickly ended the call with Mr. Davis.

she said, “Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Davis, I understand where things stand tt’s late now. Please get some rest.” with that, she hung up. But in the next moment, William pulled her out of the room and pressed her against the wall

Emelie instinctively pushed against his chest. “William!” she exclaimed.

with one hand braced against the wall, William firmly held her chin. His tone was commanding as he asked, “Is this what you usually talk about? Have I never helped you before? Didn’t I assist you at the Navarro residence? At Lovelight? with your mother’s artificial heart?“.

Emelle tried to break free from his grip. “Mr. Davis said that. If you have issues with him, take it up with him. What does this have to do with me?”

Ignoring her words, William looked deep into her eyes, “Do you remember when you were pursued by debt collectors? Didn’t help you then?

Emelie held her breath. That was a long rago

William pressed on, “Do you only remember when I’ve wronged you? Have I not helped you these years?

for a moment, then let go

there. Knowing Charles‘ character, his comment was probably aimed at discrediting a rival. It reminded her of how William

Williams noticed her tendency to get stomach problems if she skipped meals, he had been quite attentive to her daily meals. Emelie opened the food box and found there dishes along with soup. The portion was clearly

had indeed come over

no intention of sending the food back to him.

had a live–in housekeeper to care for Ronan and Greta. With one dealing with a serious illness and the other having mobility issues, it was inconvenient

trying acupuncture these past few days. It seems to be helping, he’s not limping as much Mrs. Hoven was still slow to react. Today, she

referring to, as she had hired several caregivers for her she genuinely couldn’t comprehend why Geeta would say

she decided she would ask more about it when she returned.

I understand. Thank you, Adeline,”

Mrs. Hoven’s medical records, she needs to go for

I know. I’ll come back this

her meal, packed away what was left uneaten, brushed her

woke to the sound of her alarm. Groggily, she reached over and turned it off. Squinting at her phone,

were texts, not WhatsApp.

rarely texted these days, but Emelle

were the five or six inappropriate, high–definition photos of Elena looking disheveled.