Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

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Chapter 569 Wesley, the Faux Gentleman

Emelle carefully applied the ointment onto Wesley’s wound with a medical cotton swab, gently spreading it from the edges toward the bleeding area. She was being careful.

“It’s not the same at all,” she said,

Wesley felt her touch, which was as light as a feather, brushing against him. It didn’t hurt, but it did tickle a bit.

He looked at her reflection in the glass. Her head was lowered, and she had a focused and serious look.

He didn’t press her about what was different. Perhaps she meant that a wound on oneself felt different from a wound on someone else.

Meanwhile, what he thought about was how she had once been a young, delicate girl. However, she had experienced so much over the past decade, so much so that she had even consented for an abortion surgery. Thus, she was no longer scared of such minor injuries.

Wesley frowned as he recalled the events.

Emelie thought she might have hurt him and bent down to gently blow on the wound. Wesley found it amusing, considering he was already feeling ticklish

“I’m notachid,” he said.

Emelie blinked and noticed his chest.

a scar on his chest, about the size of a ringmall

paused. “What happened

glanced at the scar and answered in a flat tone, The File Group’s inheritance rights. It wasn’t easy to obtain

an actual gunshot wound for the first time, and

edges were slightly raised, and her fingertips felt the rough texture. She could imagine

a critical area. Even without

her abroad at that time just by looking at the scar. He was fighting for inheritance rights, which made

once naively believed that there were limits to everything.

how the account book had led to the death of her

before

there’s a 100% profit, people will risk the gallows. If there’s a 300% profit, they trample all laws of humanity.”

he was hated bitterly by the io family,

chest until Jodie knocked on the door. She came

was inappropriate and quickly withdrew her hand.

the gunshot wound. She had no other intention. However, what other intention was there? Saying

worse

to speak

latter seemed to understand her dilemma, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

found it even harder to

“I“, Jodie walked in, and