Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 770 Can We Reconcile Tonight

Just as William was about to reach for the third glass, Lyle couldn't bear to watch him continue to harm himself and reached out to grab his hand.

He knew the root of the problem lay with Emelie, so he called out, "Emelie."

Emelie laughed out loud. 'You won't drink. He can't drink. Does this mean that I should drink?"

She stood up and surveyed the drama that had unfolded this evening.

Beathan and Bryan never genuinely intended to apologize to her. Whatever purpose they had for this elaborate setup was unclear to her. She was too agitated to think straight.

As for William... William...

She snatched the third glass of wine that William had been reaching for, raised it in a toast to the room full of schemers, and drained it in one gulp.

Then, she casually tossed the glass onto the coffee table. It rolled in an arc, eventually falling off the table and landing on the carpet without breaking.

"Mr. Swanson, thank you for your hospitality tonight. The wine was excellent, and the show was entertaining as well. It's late, and I have other matters to attend to. Let's end it here. As for this gift, Mr. Collins, it's all yours.

Beathan politely asked, 'How long would you like her to be imprisoned?"

Emelie smiled. 'For as long as you can keep her there."

With that, she turned and walked out, with Lyle following her.

However, just as he took a step forward, Patrice rushed over to block Lyle's path. "You... you can't follow her!" Lyle was baffled. 'Why not?"

a mix of emotions. She turned

Will, Ms. Hoven is drunk. You... you should take her

"She doesn't want to see

She pushed him

This is exactly why you haven't reconciled with her all this time! Trust me this once! You should go after her!"

pushed him out the door

a moment, but in the

stood firmly at the door. "No one is allowed to

his eyes. "What

didn't do anything,"

dare admit that she had spiked

What are you worried about? Come on, don't interfere. Maybe they'll

Lyle frowned deeply.

again, "We haven't had dinner yet. Let's

Take her downstairs to sober up, clean up the living room, and then invite

He said, 'Let's eat.'

The driver had only driven a few hundred meters when Emelie felt

shouted, "Stop

She ran to a nearby trash bin and tried to vomit

discomfort in her body, and her breath was hot. She

intending to sit down and get some air.

on unsteady feet, and her head hit the man's

senses.

the coolness, she felt