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.

Marcel, look into this possibility.” Wesley tapped his long fingers on the enamel cup’s rim while being deep in thought. “William was also looking for Etta. He might suspect that the

memory, Etta was an obedient, understanding, and timid

had 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 to find Elta were actually a way to tell

bear me blaming

and signaled Marcel to leave,

had been sitting on the same sofa as him, turned

teacup “What do you want to learn?”

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 the Xwdher

“Aren’t you

your teacher go to someone else.” Wesley uncrossed his legs and stood

with Wesley was in

was Emelie’s forte, given her background as a chief secretary. However, because she had been secretary, she had leamed the supporting aspects of it

provided her with invaluable insights from the viewpoint of a leader. She had

business, Wesley taught

taught her shooting, archery, and horseback riding Horseback riding, in particular, was Emelle’s weekest skill.

before.

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

and there was plenty of space for horseback

Wesley. At that moment, she was reminded of another man whose familiar scent of fresh snow was deeply ingrained in her memory

on her chest, and she tightened her grip on

wedding ring on her finger that

down at her. She wore riding attire with her hair bed into a high ponytail,