Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 564 You just Don’t Want to Wake Up

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Emelie opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say she couldn’t quite explain how she was feeling.

However, Wesley didn’t seem to care about what she was feeling.

He said, “Eme, dance for me again. Do the last dance you performed before I went abroad.”

Emelie hit her lip and looked away but with mirrors on all four sides of the walls, Wesley could still see the rejection on her face. It was a look that wasn’t directed at him but at the

idea of dancing

“I’ve forgotten it after all these years,” she said.

“I know how good your memory is,” he replied.

“My injury isn’t fully healed yet,” she said.

“The wound healed while we were on the yacht. The doctor confirmed it,” Wesley said.

“I’m not dressed for dancing today, Maybe another day” mele continued to argue

“You could dance even in your school uniform back then, so why not now?” he said.

Emelie just didn’t want to

his hands. His brown eyes darkened to a deep ander. “Are you still mad at

shook her head

my recent act of saving your life make up for

and said, “I’m

angry. “If the debt is

and stared at hi

She had already

an eyebrow.

Emelie was silent.

music?” Wesley asked.

Emele didn’t reply.

picked up a nearby

her shors and stood in her socks. Indeed, the polished wooden floor was

shoulder. After a moment, he began to play Alexander Greenwood’s June’s Lullaby. The clear sound of the violin was perfect

stood still momentarily before rising on

a child, though she hadn’t danced much in recent years. But as Wesley had said, she had a good memory and hadn’t forgotten

moves

awkwardly, but she

hands. These were all classical dance moves, and Emelie danced them beautifully, blending with the music like a young girl in a green dress dritting on a boat across a

pent–up mergy. When someone is fully immersed in

initially danced reluctantly, but soon she was fully

cloak flew up, and as the music reached a climax, she spin faster and faster. Wesley put down the violin, but she kept spinning. She was like an unstoppable twister on a