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.

saw that he had a scar on his chest, about the size of a ringmall Such a

paused. “What happened

scar and answered in a flat tone, The

wound for the first time, and she unconsciously reached out

the rough texture. She could imagine the gruesome scene

bullet had struck his right chest, which was a critical area. Even without him saying it, she knew how dangerous

at that time just by looking at the scar. He was fighting for inheritance rights, which made his surroundings even more

had once naively believed that

about the downfall of the Xander Group and how the account book had led to the death of her adoptive parents, she thought of something she had

before

a 100% profit, people will risk the gallows. If there’s a 300% profit,

a descendant fighting for inheritance rights. So, he was hated bitterly by the io family, who would gladly

Wesley’s chest until Jodie knocked on the door. She came back to her senses and noticed Wesley had been looking at her for some time. His

that her action was inappropriate and

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

worse

to speak while looking

corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

found it even harder to speak under

about to say “I“, Jodie walked in, and she