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 from now

have chosen,

hopes and joys, those

gaze obediently. “yes,

the illusion they were just a normal superior–subordinate relationship. It made her a little sad. Later that night, she lay in bed alone and scrolled through their chat history stubbornly. Amidst piles of work–related exchanges, she found a few more personal conversations as evidence that they were more than

to “Liam“, as it this would bring them

next day, William messaged her on WhatsApp asking for client data. Seeing his username pop up made her heart skip a beat

Mr. Middleton“. She

for herself, but

“You should call me Liam from

to keep “dreaming“, but

Middleton, the Earl Grey tea has gone

fixed on her like a bottomless pool. No one could avoid Mr. Middleton’s question. “Why not call me Liam?”

remarked, “It’s not too sweet, quite tasty. Did they make

you who coated this nickname for me long

blinked but remained silent.

had guessed correctly. It was indeed a name she created

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

affection for him, or perhaps, she

a sense that even if they did those intimate things again, it wouldn’t be the

no longer willing to give him what

now as she felt the