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.

their destination was a house, but they landed at a dock instead. They got down from the helicopter

strong winds and waves that battered the shore. Yet, the huge vessel was like a floating palace, firmly holding itself

onto the

cabin, he removed the damp

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

City via a 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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wise to take to the seas in this bad weather too, but Wesley had still decided to set

Any delay and William would catch on to their escape by sea. By then, he would use his connections to block their path as well.

a fresh set of clothes prepared for her.

the room and noted the distinctly

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

underestimated the extent of Wesley’s accomplishments

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

particular color palette. His preference for light shades accentuated his

resembled a top suite at a five–star

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

head to look

and sat some distance

to the point and said, “Care

you feeling cold? The rain is really heavy today. I made some mulled wine to warm

the question, but then Wesley said, “We have a long journey ahead.”

long, escaping from this conversation was impossible no