Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 365 Happiness

The door to the penthouse sulte swung open as soon as William swiped the room card, pulling Emelie into his arms as they stepped inside. Emelie stumbled slightly on the doormat, and William immediately lifted her. Before she could react, he lossed her passionately.

His kiss was filled with emotion and intensity, even a hint of recklessness, as if he wasn’t the composed, aloof Mr. Middleton anymore.

He was simply a man driven by desire for his woman.

Emelie struggled to catch her breath. Her mind went blank, and she felt somewhat bewildered. It seemed that she hadn’t agreed to this.

She just what was it?

Emelie was thrown off, her mind a jumble. She was unable to remember anything. All she could recall at this moment was the fireworks filling the square.

Her fingers clutched tightly at William’s suit. Sensing her heavy breathing, William released her lips and kissed her eyes instead. He planted gentle kisses on the delicate skin beneath them.

Emelie’s eyelashes trembled involuntarily as she saw William with closed eyes. His expression was gentle and tender.

He had been unusually gentle lately, especially tonight. It was a complete departure from his old sell

Emelie had never been treated like this before. It felt as if her battered body was being gently tended to, with someone carefully applying ointment and then softly blowing on the wounds.

Her heart flattered intensely. After a moment of stiffness, she began to relax.

relaxation signaled her

He let out a soft

did, Emelie felt uneasy. Her hand that had been clutching his suit was now pushed against his

about to give her the

kissed her again. His usual style returned to being dominant, forceful, and in

they headed straight into the

rested on his pillow, catching the familiar scent of his cologne. Her gaze was somewhat unfocused as William kissed her chin, then

to go further, he noticed faint red

realizing he had forgotten to close the curtains in his state. The streetlight streaming

Bloodstains?

looked up and asked, “Are you injured? Where does it hurt?”

at first. Emelle lowered her head and recalled the hair–covered skull, realizing it must have splattered onto her clothes when it

hair spread across the white pillow, and she briefly explained the “prank“. Finally understanding the reason for her poor

call

to trace. Besides, going to the police

didn’t want to go there again.

“Are you still

Emelie didn’t answer. William