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

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

chosen, he picked the most unfamiliar one

telt her hidden hopes and joys, those girlish

her gaze obediently. “yes,

she lay in bed alone and scrolled

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

for client data. Seeing

back to Mr. Middleton“. She dared not to

herself,

call me Liam

keep “dreaming“, but she was

Middleton, the Earl Grey

unblinking. His gaze fixed on her like a bottomless

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

nickname for me long ago?” William Inquired

blinked but remained silent.

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

his teacup, his tone subdued. “Are you telling me over and over again that I’ve missed the time you liked the most?”

him, or perhaps, she no longer idealized him with such

that even if they did those intimate things again,

no longer willing to give him what

New Year’s Day, she hadn’t paid much attention to it until now as she felt the air’s chilling