Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 370 He Comes Her

Emelle got out of bed in the afternoon. After William’s relentless behavior, it was dark again.

The suite was actually quite nice, with no taller buildings in front of it. From the large window, one could see the moon quietly rising into the sky.

Emelie was wrapped in a blanket. She was half asleep.

William was now dressed. He knelt on one knee by the bed, trying to pull her up. Emelie thought he wanted to have sex again. She whimpered and burrowed under the blanket, regretting their earlier discussion about their relationship status.

He was persistent. He forced her to promise never to accuse him of having other women again or talk about breaking up.

When she begged him to stop, he continued. He reminded her, “Didn’t you doubt that I hadn’t had sex for a long time?”

It wasn’t that she doubted him. She just didn’t understand his relationship with Daphne. But if she asked, he would bring up their status again, questioning if she wanted to be his girlfriend.

When she remained silent, he continued, creating a vicious cycle.

Seeing her shrink under the blanket, William smirked and pulled it down a bit. She would then shrink further down. He pulled it down again, and she moved again.

William leaned in. “Sweetie, the New Year’s festival is lively. Let’s go see it.”

and exhausted. She just wanted to sleep. “No, I don’t want

spend New Year

realized that his statement implied if she didn’t get up, they would end up spending the entire New Year’s Day

immediately emerged from the blanket. “No,

let’s go out. Now!”

yourself. I’m not stopping

was genuinely afraid of him now. She hastily

of bed, her legs wobbled. “It’s

her hurried retreat, William

Emelie was still drowsy, William had clothes delivered for her.

clothes and put them on. In the bag, there was also a scarf. William took

to tilt her head slightly to see his eyes.

hair, he took her hand, and

Year’s Day, the streets were brightly decorated and exceptionally lively. They decided not to drive, and William

they got lost, William had a terrible sense of direction. Emelie remembered the last time he took her to a private dining restaurant and they ended up on a muddy path in the rain, getting their shoes and pants dirty. She

destination. It was Lincoln Comedy Club. It was a classic setup with a pot of Earl Grey tea, a

their lines in Nukilan which had many similarities to the local

a light comedy, and Emelie found

gestured for a steward to come over. “Sir, how can