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

it out loud yet. That morning, while he was adjusting his

he could have chosen, he picked the most unfamiliar

joys, those girlish fantasies, suddenly

her gaze obediently. “yes,

Middleton” sometimes gave her 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

WhatsApp usemame to “Liam“,

the next day, William messaged her on WhatsApp asking for client data. Seeing his

to Mr. Middleton“. She dared not to

for herself, but she shattered it

William sald, “You should call

but she was less willing

the topic and said, “Mr. Middleton, the Earl Grey

His gaze fixed on her like a bottomless pool. No one could avoid Mr. Middleton’s question. “Why not

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

it you who coated this nickname for me long

but

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

subdued. “Are you telling me over and over again that I’ve missed the time you liked the

for him, or perhaps, she

that even if they did those intimate

was no longer willing to

weather forecast predicted a drop in temperature over New Year’s Day, she hadn’t paid much attention to it until now as she felt the air’s chilling bite. Emelie watched the stage, at the elaborate and exaggerated