Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 473 She Underestimates Him

The helicopter cabin wasn’t huge.

Emelie was curled into a tight ball, shivering and sniffling with cold.

Wesley asked Jodie to fetch a blanket, after which he draped it over her. “I don’t have any spare clothes for you here, but we’ll be there soon. Hang in there a little longer.”

Emelie lifted her head. Her face was flawless and was shimmering under the moonlight after the rain had cleansed it.

“We’re leaving just like that? Aren’t you going to rescue your guy?” Emelie asked.

Wesley tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said in a gentle voice, “William won’t kill him. My father will negotiate, and Marcel’s smart enough to find his own way out.”

Emelie pulled the blanket tighter around her, feeling a chill in her bones.

She turned to look out the window.

Night had fallen, engulfing Capebatt City in the dark. She couldn’t see much.

landed at a dock instead. They got down from the helicopter and boarded a private

strong winds and waves that battered the shore. Yet, the huge vessel was like

helped her onto the cruise.

he removed the damp blanket around Emelie.

ship was even bigger than the one Norman had used for the party.

private jet because it would be faster, but we just received word that all flights are grounded due to the bad weather. My guess is William played a hand in that. Now, we can only leave by sea. I’ll ask Jodie to take you to get a warm shower,” Wesley

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to the seas in this bad weather

their escape by sea. By then, he would use his connections to block their path as

put on a fresh set of clothes prepared for her. She finally felt the warmth returning to her

surveyed the room and noted the

paintings on the walls and the books on the table were in foreign languages. This ship must have

extent of

was wearing a soft white turtleneck sweater, tucked into custom–made white trousers. Over his sweater was a matching white

favored a particular color palette. His preference for

cabin itself resembled a top

busy brewing a pot of mulled wine that filled the air with a rich aroma and a touch

Wesley lifted his head to look

sat some distance

went straight to the point and said, “Care to explain

I made some mulled wine to warm you up first” Wesley poured the wine into a glass and offered it

like he was deflecting the question, but then

was long, escaping from this conversation was impossible no matter how