Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 489 Pulling the Strings

Elena watched from the sidelines, glancing at Wesley and then at Emelie.

She wasn’t stupid. On the contrary, she was quite clever. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to make Emelie misunderstand that William would listen to her every word.

Hence, she had already figured everything out.

She leaned back in her chair with a sickly expression, she let out a strange, abrupt laugh. “So my scheme wasn’t a total failure after all. It actually helped Mr. Middleton won over your heart.

“You came to my house to hear the truth, didn’t you? Now that I’m ready to tell you, you refuse to listen. How ironic, Ms. Hoven.

“Oh, I get it. You’ve probably guessed the truth, but you’re too scared to face it, right? After all, you’re already wearing his ring. How will you cope when you find out now that you’ve trusted the wrong person?”

Elena noticed the Eros ring on Emelle’s ring finger but felt no jealousy this time. Instead, she found it laughable in the sense that they were both in the same boat.

Wesley frowned, displeased by Elena’s mocking tone, but he didn’t interrupt her. He wanted Emelie to understand just how naïve she was for still believing William was innocent.

extremely tense. However, she refused to

to Elena’s sarcastic taunts? She refused to heat any of

her.” At Elena’s command, the Allen family maids blocked Emelie’s path, preventing her from

her with a stoic

to tell you. The wolf has a winning game when the shepherds quarrel. I’m telling you,

up from her chair, casually placing a blooming rose from its bush. She circled around Emelie while she tore off petals and

hand them over to the police? Because he needed those three days to perfect my not–so -perfect scheme. You received inappropriate photos of me, didn’t you?

had them sent to you initially thought the thugs were behind it, but now I realize it was William’s plan. Without sending them to you, how could the evidence be linked to you? How else could the police have a reason to lock you up in the detention center?

you have fallen into utter despair? How could

her breath

forgotten the details but they’ve resurfaced

and the anxiety of being summoned to the police

She remembered signing documents before being thrown into the detention center that only provided her foul–smelling stew and

pain on the detention center’s cot, wondering why no one had come to save her.

clung to him