Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 410 William’s Love Letter

A crush.

Emelie felt a chill as the cold wind blew. It all seemed so unbelievable. Then again, how could she verify

the truth?

Emelie then recalled something. The day she invited him for a private meal, he had asked her about her stack of love letters.

At the time, she thought he was too concerned about it. Now, she wondered if he had also written her a love letter back then

Emelie abruptly stood up, and her eyelashes fluttered. Those love letters should be at her home in Alderbrook. She immediately called Ashley.

“Ashley, have you left yet?”

“I was just about to. What’s up?”

“I want to go back to Capebatt City with you. Is that okay?”

Ashley paused and then replied, “Sure. Are you still outside the restaurant? I’ll pick you up.”

Soon, Ashley’s car pulled up. Emelie opened the door and got in.

Only then did Ashley ask, “Is this about Mr. Middleton?

Emelie’s heart raced for some reason. She was eager to verify this seemingly unbelievable story. She pressed her lips together. “Yes, it is.”

highway back to Capebatt City on the road didn’t encounter any traffic jams. They arrived in Alderbrook at around

“How about staying at my place for the night

to confirm. I won’t be able to sleep without knowing for

sure.”

let her

the door. Ronan, Greta, and the housekeeper were all asleep at this hour. She went up to the

some important items were

a noise. The housekeeper, thinking it was a burglar, came up with a flashlight in

“Who’s there?”

her head out. “It’s me.”

Hoven? When did you get

looking

and saw the mess. “What are you looking for? Do you need my help?”

Don’t

in response

sat on the floor while feeling a little dazed. She had already gone through several boxes without finding the bag

left her

She

into the heart of the man she

and Emelie decided to get up. After searching for so long, her clothes were dusty and dirty. She thought of changing her

her eyes caught sight of a black plastic bag in the corner. Her

which had been weathered by time, crumbled at her touch, and papers scattered all over the

“To Emelie.”