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

loud yet. That morning, while he was adjusting his tie, becasually said, “You’re my secretary. Call

he could have chosen, he picked the

her hidden hopes and joys,

her gaze obediently. “yes,

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 surface.

to “Liam“,

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

it back to Mr. Middleton“. She dared not

dream for herself, but she shattered

call me Liam from

keep “dreaming“, but she was less willing now

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

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

pastry. She remarked, “It’s not too sweet, quite tasty.

this nickname for

but remained silent.

It was indeed a name she created before, making it difficult for her to

and over again that I’ve

for him, or

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

had changed, and she was no longer willing to give him what he

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