Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 468 His Little Wire

Marcel glanced in the rearview mirror. Since Wesley didn’t tell him to stop, be kept his foot on the gas i pedal, and the car continued to speed down the road.

Elgrimed her teeth and glared at Wesley. “Tell him to stop the car!”

Wesley suddenly leaned toward her, closing the distance between them. His scent, reminiscent of pine, now felt almost aggressive.

Each person had a different sense of personal space, but crossing it would cause discomfort. Emelie pulled out a small knife from her bag and thrust it toward him without

hesitation.

How, Wesley was quick enough to catch her wrist.

He glanced down at the compact folding knife. Though it was short, it was also sharp enough to be dangerous

He then looked back at Emelle. He understood that the sudden fight, abduction, high–speed chase, and near–accident had triggered Emelle’s defensive instincts

Stil, his voice was low and steady as he asked, “Were you planning to stab me

Emelie presed her lips together tightly.

Marcell couldn’t help but glance in the rearview mirror. “Mr. Graham, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Wesley replied calmly, then took the kade from Emelie’s hand.

reached over and fastened her

cool, clear voice whispered in her ear, “I was just trying to help you with

portbelt. “He won’t be harmed, but if you stay with

for myself, not me blindly believing whatever you say. I’m not a child who will believe anything you say.” Emelie

Wesley remained silent.

window. She could see his reflection in the glass. Wesley’s profile was

deep in thought, considering whether to tell

push him.

were on led to the outskirts, and the buildings were becoming fewer and Earther between. The paved road turned into a dirt path, which was uneven

speed, making the car feel as though it

the handle above the

click

a lighter flicking open made me look over instinctively. She saw Wesley holding a silverlighter.

She froze.

had given him years

as

embedded at the bottom, shining like molten gold at sunset. It was

movements with the lighter showed that he had used often over the years,

Enelle’s lips tightened.

transported back to an evening after school. The golden light of dusk

basketball, and his breathing was heavy. He hopped over the barrier from the playground to

water, which he accepted

schooluniform collar was undane, revealing his neck and his Adam’s