Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 371 Not a Best

The tea provided at the Velvet Comedy Club was bad Grey tea. Its taste was both bitter and astringent as it went down Emelie’s throat. She pursed her lips,”

“Aren’t you used to calling me Liar?” William asked quietly. He noticed Emelie’s hand trembling slightly as she held the cup. It caused a few drops of tea to spill onto the table, leaving a meandering stain.

He had indeed heard the nickname she had called him last night

Willian continued to gaze at her “you never used to call me that. When did this start?

Emelie wiped away the tea with acloth, but the watermarka temained on the table.

william kept watching her. His best friends usually called him “will“. It was the first time he had heard someone call him “Liar“.

“Did this start recently?” He thought maybe her actitude had softened toward him during their time together, prompting her to use this niciovame. But that wasn’t

the case.

She had held onto this nickname in her heart for a long time.

After falling for him, she pondered how to address him. “Mr. Middleton” felt too unfamiliar, “William” too stiff, and “will” not special enough.

She decided to use “Liam has reclame since no one else had used it before.

Back then, she was all about him. She would write his name on paper and search for love poems related to him. “Liam suited perfectly

he was adjusting his tie, becasually said, “You’re my secretary. Call me Mr. Middleton

names he could have chosen, he picked the

telt her hidden hopes and joys, those

obediently. “yes, Mr. Middleton.”

alone and scrolled through their chat history stubbornly. Amidst piles of work–related exchanges, she found a few

moment of impulse, she changed his WhatsApp usemame to “Liam“, as it this would bring them closer

asking for client data. Seeing his

quickly changed it back to Mr. Middleton“. She

built a dream for herself, but she shattered it herself,

sald, “You should call me Liam from now

but she was less willing now

said, “Mr. Middleton, the Earl Grey tea has gone cold.”

gaze fixed on her like a bottomless pool.

flower–shaped pastry. She remarked, “It’s not too

this nickname for me long ago?” William Inquired calmly.

but remained silent.

indeed a name she created before, making it difficult for her

his teacup, his tone subdued. “Are you telling me over and over again that I’ve

felt the same affection for him, or perhaps, she no longer idealized him with such fervor.

even if they did those intimate things again, it wouldn’t

no longer willing to give him what

much attention to it until now as she felt