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.

rim while being deep in thought. “William was also looking

an obedient, understanding, and timid girl. She doesn’t seem like the type to run off with

asked Elta to take the account book with her. Your adoptive mother’s last words to find Elta

had continued to plan for her even in her death. She couldn’t bear me blaming herself, and she had been given a chance to retaliate

and

who had been sitting on the same sofa as him, turned to face him. “Wesley,

his teacup “What do

Emelie pressed her lips together. “I used to be a secretary. Although I know many things, they are only surface–level. I want to be able to leam more in depth.” Wesley knew she was preparing for her future confrontations with William and

surprised: “Aren’t you

legs and stood up, indicating that she should follow him. “We’ll start your lessons

lesson Emelie had with

her background as a chief secretary. However, because she had been secretary, she had leamed the

viewpoint of a leader. She had

business, Wesley

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

before.

Wesley tool hold of her saddle, mounted the

was vast, and there was plenty of space for horseback

Emelle inadvertently caught a whiff of the pine scent on Wesley. At that moment, she was reminded of another man whose familiar scent of fresh snow was deeply ingrained

the scar on her chest,

on her finger that she couldn’t remove, and her

at her. She wore riding attire with her hair bed into a high ponytail, but some of her shorter hair was left louse, and it fluttered