Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 512 Her Colme

Fruelle couldn’t help but gag as the fishy smell Ingered around her nose, and she quickly pushed the plate of sashimi away from her.

william thought that Emilie was acting. Nevertheless, it made sense since pregnant women are often more sensitive

William wrapped his arms around Emeli and poured her some water.

“Take these away!” he instructed the waiter.

Charles observed Emelle’s reaction and found it pretty genuine.

“Quick! Get them out of here!” Charles added

The water quickly took the dish away. However, Emelie could still smell the lingering fishodor. She stood up, unable to bear it any longer.

“I need to go to the restroom,” Emelle said.

William furrowed his brows. “Ashton, go with Mrs Middleton.”

“Yes, sir.” Ashton quickly caught up with Emelle.

Since Emelle had been putting on an act, she dropped it as soon as she left the suite.

She pursed her lips, suppressing her nausea to hide it from Ashton. She rushed into the washroom and shut the door behind her.

and silently retched several times until she managed to quell the nausea.

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her belly. There was

the suite, only the two men and a somewhat empty

a smile, “Hey, how about a bottle of wine? This isn’t very accommodating, isn’t it? Mr. Middleton isn’t

bot towel and wiped his

ordered a Barolo Wine that didn’t need decanting. As soon the cork was removed, a rich aroma

first poured a glass for

the sky, the Westward Club can get them for you. This wine was

splash of wine hit him squarely in

put down the towel and picked up the glass of wine. Instead of tasting it, he

eyes, and quickly med away. However, he still got drenched in the Barolo Wine

The crimson–red fluid flowed from Charles‘ forehead down to his nose bridge, leaving him disheveled. Initially, the waiter wanted to pour Charles some wine as well However, he troue in place at William’s sudden action, unsure whether to still serve the

His eyelashes dripped with wine, and even

business world. Despite it being Willam, he had

licked his lips and chuckled, “It’s indeed a good

picked up a towel to wipe his face, a smile still playing on his hips. “But Mr. Middleton, don’t you think the way you offered the drink was a

yell to express his anger. His simple question was enough. Even the waiter at the side didn’t dare to take

at the chair and looked at Charles with an ice cold gaze. “Mr. Davis, aren’t you just testing if Emelie

order served to us. Don’t overthink it,

wine bottle and left, feeling relieved.

women are sensitive to the smell of fish. I only ordered it because I found it tasty the