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

That morning, while he was adjusting his tie, becasually said, “You’re my

he could have chosen, he

hopes and joys,

lowered her gaze obediently. “yes, Mr.

sad. Later that night, she lay in bed alone and scrolled through their chat history stubbornly. Amidst piles of work–related exchanges, she found

WhatsApp usemame to

client data. Seeing his username pop up made

to Mr.

built a dream for herself, but she shattered it

should call me Liam from

to keep “dreaming“, but

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

gaze was deep and unblinking. His gaze fixed on her like a bottomless

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

who coated this nickname for me long ago?”

blinked but remained silent.

It was indeed a name she created

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

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

sense that even if they did those intimate

was no longer willing to give

until now as she felt the air’s chilling bite. Emelie watched the stage, at the elaborate and exaggerated performance. The lyrics amused the audience to