Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 677

Chapter 677

Chapter 677 Do You Hate Me That Much?

William reached out and took Emelie's hand.

Jodie immediately stepped forward, ready to object, but Emelie didn't pull away. After a moment of hesitation, Jodie quietly stepped back behind Emelie.

William started to undo the Velcro on Emelie's glove. Since she arrived in Capebatt City, Emelie had always worn gloves in public. Because it was winter now, no one questioned it.

Only William was concerned. He had wanted to take off her gloves multiple times and find out what happened to her hand. Now, he was carefully removing the glove, finally revealing the truth.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her hands were delicate. Her nails were neatly trimmed and painted with a natural pink.

If it weren't for the scar on her ring finger, her hands could rival those of the hand models in jewelry stores.

William frowned as he gently touched Emelie's ring finger. The scar was jagged, a sign of stitches. He had suspected this, but even now, he found it hard to believe. He swallowed, his heart aching.

"I manage the Filo Group's jewelry line, and the jewelry designers explained

the ring alive because of its special design. Once it's on, it gets trapped by the finger joints and can only

doesn't have to pass

softly, "It's not possible to remove it without passing

"You don't need to go through the joints if you cut off the

heart squeeze. He had considered this possibility but couldn't believe

feel him trembling

to reattach it before the nerves died. It's fully functional now, though it hurts a bit when the weather changes. Though

and rested his forehead on the back of her hand. After a long while, he finally managed to force out the words, "Do you really hate me

Emelie replied, "Of course."

had struck William. Strength drained

In the silent room, only the word "angel" said with

after William had left, Emelie was still lying on the living room sofa and staring blankly at the ceiling. She seemed to be in a daze, or

a cup of milk for her. When she noticed her darkened expression, Jodie couldn't help but ask, "Ma'am, are

sat up and smiled slightly. "I'm

the glass of milk and took a sip. Some honey had been added into the milk, making it sweet. She didn't like

forest, but I still think that you should teach him