Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 567 An Opportunity to Be Your Teacher

Emelie tried to hold back her tears, but they rolled down regardless.

Sheenderstood what Girela meant.

n’s trap, which led to Greta and

A mother knew her daughter the best. Greta knew that if she died, Emelie would Ekely blame herself. Emelie would think she had fallen for William’s i Ronan’s deaths. Thus, Greta’s final words were to absobe Emelle, telling her it wasn’t her fa

Wesley handed her handkerchief, but Emelie shook her head and wiped her tears with her hand:

This was the last and only time she would cry. The next time she cried would be on the day she got her revenge.

“Did my mother say anything else?” Emelie asked hoarsely.

Marcel nodded. “She also wanted you to remember your promise to find Etta”

Hoven, the third daughter of the Hoven family.

Wesley picked up his teacup, and the steam from the tea blurted his features. “I’ve already sent my men to look for her. But she’s been missing for so many years, so there are no leads for now,”

“My parents told me that Ema dropped out of college after meeting a pank and eloped with him. She hasn’t contacted the family once since then,” Emelie said

She frowned. “Could she have been deceived? otherwise, she wouldn’t have not contacted the family at all.”

Another possibility was that she wasn’t able to contact them.

look into this possibility.” Wesley tapped his long fingers on the enamel cup’s rim while being

my memory, Etta was an obedient, understanding, and timid girl. She doesn’t seem like the type to run off

with the guy shortly after you left home, probably because Edward sensed iminent danger and asked Elta to take the account book with her. Your adoptive mother’s last words

death. She couldn’t bear me blaming herself, and she had been given a chance to

hand and signaled Marcel

same sofa as him, turned to face him. “Wesley, please find me some teachers.”

teacup “What

to be able to leam more in depth.” Wesley knew she was

“Aren’t you busy?!

I don’t want to let the opportunity to be your teacher go to someone else.” Wesley uncrossed his legs and stood up, indicating that she should follow him. “We’ll start your lessons

had with

However, because she had been secretary, she had leamed the supporting aspects of it rather

from the viewpoint of a

to business, Wesley taught

Horseback riding, in particular, was Emelle’s weekest skill. She had been outmaneuvered by William at

before.

that she couldn’t even control the horse, Wesley tool hold of her saddle, mounted the hose behind her,

vast, and there was plenty of

on Wesley. At that moment, she was reminded of another man whose familiar

scar on her chest, and

ring on her finger that she couldn’t remove, and her expression went dark

her hair bed into a high ponytail, but some