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

of reclusive weirdo? William pulled

jumped from heights. Some landed smoothly while others crashed to the ground, yet all laughed and played as

weird. She was just

and said, “There’s

but be intrigued by William’s comment that the

her to the center of the square, where a large crowd had already gathered. He still walked

on the ground with chalk, and people standing

stiming a glowing orange liquid in the furnace

She wondered

whistle sounded like a phoenix. One of the men switched to a long iron ladle, scooping up the

“Wow-”

an instant, sparks rained

joined the crowd in astonishment, captivation, and sheer

fell like raindrops. They exploded into bursts

out their phones to capture the spectacle, but Emelse felt that its beauty couldn’t be captured adequately on a phone camera. Only by seeing it with your own eyes could one

her breath. Her mind was blank with wonder, lost in the splendor

molten iron into the air, each burst of sparks more

was unable to contain herself. Emelle smiled and said,