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.

signaled her

He let out a soft

felt uneasy. Her hand that had

to give her the chance to

usual style returned to being dominant, forceful, and in

they headed

the familiar scent of his cologne. Her gaze was somewhat unfocused as William kissed her chin, then removed the

further, he noticed faint

a moment, realizing he had forgotten to close the curtains in his state. The streetlight streaming in made everything dim and unclear, so william switched on the

Bloodstains?

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

he was talking about at first. Emelle lowered her head and recalled the hair–covered skull,

Finally understanding the reason for

you call the police?”

shook her head. “It’s someone online, hard to trace. Besides, going to the police

didn’t want to go

asked, “Are you still

didn’t answer. William whispered,