Chapter 685 Desperate

Emelie found his words unbearably harsh. She furrowed her brows and turned around.

William smiled at her. "Your food's ready. Come, eat."

Only then did Emelie notice that William took out the food from the self-heating hot pot. He rinsed it all in a glass bowl to tone down the spice.

"It shouldn't be too spicy now. I'll warm up some milk for you. It helps with the spice," he added.

Emelie stared at him.

William was never attentive nor caring. He was an authority figure, a CEO, a privileged rich man. He wouldn't bother eating if the food was overcooked, undercooked, or just not to his taste. Yet there he was, making a meal for her.

Emelie walked back to the couch. "Mr. Middleton, it's unsettling to see you so considerate."

William placed her portion in front of her. "I owe you that much; isn't it only right to treat you better?"

Emelie gave a cool, faint, and insincere smile. "Oh, I see. So lending me a jacket, helping me rinse some veggies, and warming up milk is your way of making amends?"

Her sarcasm hung in the air.

need me to do," William

up a pair of unused disposable utensils and tilted his

Middleton, don't be so desperate. It

how

chin down

dares go against you, you'll make

make you beg for forgiveness, giving them

William swallowed hard.

see me," he said in

It has only been three years. You think I've forgotten?" Emelie

his gaze intense beneath his single eyelid. "I regret how things went down back then. But I did the

Killing me to cover up your secrets was definitely your best

at a loss for

settled into their meals. Afterward, they found separate spots in the living room to work, and the room

o'clock, William left the living

made a few calls and then returned to

last until midnight. It's still going to snow tomorrow

you usually check the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255