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

have chosen, he picked the

joys, those girlish fantasies, suddenly

gaze obediently. “yes, Mr.

normal superior–subordinate relationship. It made her a little sad. Later that night, she lay in bed alone and

of impulse, she changed his WhatsApp usemame to

on WhatsApp asking for client data. Seeing his username pop up

back to Mr. Middleton“.

for herself, but she shattered it herself,

“You should call me Liam from

keep “dreaming“, but she was less

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

a bottomless pool. No one could avoid Mr. Middleton’s question. “Why

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

coated this nickname for me long

but remained silent.

correctly. It was indeed a name she created before, making

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

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

truly gave him a sense that even if they did those intimate things again, it

changed, and she was no longer

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