Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

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.

tell me whatever you need me

game he was playing. She picked up a pair of unused disposable utensils and tilted his chin

so desperate. It doesn't suit

unfazed. "Well, how do you

glide from his chin down to

people who want everyone to follow you. And if someone dares go against you, you'll make

forgiveness, giving them what

William swallowed hard.

that's how you see me," he said in a low

You think I've forgotten?" Emelie withdrew her hand. She was done

her wrist, his gaze intense beneath his single eyelid. "I regret how things went

"Sure. I believe in you. Killing me to cover up your secrets was

was at a loss

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

left the living room. Emelie wondered

a few calls

going to snow tomorrow and the day after.

brows. "Don't you