Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 363 Sparks

Emelie was practically dragged out of the car by William. By now, the sky had turned completely dark.

The largest square in Weston was adorned with festive lights and decorations for New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. They were immediately enveloped in the celebratory atmosphere as they moved with the crowd,

Emelie walked side by side with William. Young couples brushed past them, along with tamilies of three, and grandparents playing with their grandchildren.

The mix of laughter, music, and chatter was manageable. Instead, it added to the lively, joyous ambiance.

They passed by several food stalls selling various snacks. As they neared a barbecue stall, the vendor accidentally added too much oil drip onto the coals, causing a sudden burst of flames.

Emelie was startled and stepped back. She bumped into William’s chest. He naturally put an arm around her, looking down

The firelight illuminated Emelie’s pale face. Her eyes widened in surprise. The previous confusion and gloom vanished, replaced by a lively spark of energy. william smiled gently, “If you want to see fire tricks, there’s a circus over there.”

Not only was there a circus, but also a magic show.

Emelie watched the magic show up close for the first time. She marveled as a barren branch was transformed into a flowering peach tree, like something out of a fairy tale. The spectacle elicited amazed gasps from the crowd.

She recalled that such excitement was usually reserved for New Year celebrations in Alderbrook. The fact that William was with her today made it even more surreal.

up at him. “Mr. Middleton, do you usually come to places like this?”

land of reclusive weirdo? William

teenagers were skateboarding. They jumped from heights. Some landed smoothly while others crashed to the ground,

couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t think he was weird. She was just

hand and said, “There’s something

help but be intrigued by William’s comment that

a large crowd had already gathered. He still walked

the ground with chalk, and people standing

suits were stiming a glowing orange liquid in the furnace with an iron

wondered what it

like a phoenix. One of the men switched to a long iron ladle, scooping up the liquid and then flinging

“Wow-”

sparks rained

She joined the crowd in astonishment, captivation, and

sparks fell like raindrops. They exploded into bursts of

beauty couldn’t be captured adequately on a phone

blank with wonder, lost in the

continued to splash the molten iron into the air, each burst

Emelle smiled and said, “Capebett City also