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

while he was adjusting his tie, becasually said, “You’re my secretary.

names he could have chosen, he

telt her hidden hopes and joys, those girlish fantasies, suddenly

obediently. “yes,

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 what appeared on the

of impulse, she changed his WhatsApp usemame to “Liam“, as

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

to Mr. Middleton“. She

for herself, but she shattered

sald, “You should call me Liam from now on.”

wanted her to keep “dreaming“, but she was less

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

like a bottomless pool. No one

“It’s not too

it you who coated this nickname for me long ago?”

but

had guessed correctly. It was indeed a name she created before, making it difficult for her to say it now,

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

or perhaps,

sense that even if they did

was no longer willing to give

she felt the air’s chilling bite. Emelie watched the stage, at the elaborate and exaggerated performance.