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?"

emotions. She

Hoven is drunk. You... you should

"She doesn't want to see me

foot in frustration. She pushed him again and urged him out

why you haven't reconciled with her all this time! Trust me

him out the

a moment, but in the end, he

at the door. "No one is allowed to follow them

narrowed his eyes. "What did you

do anything,"

could Patrice dare admit that she had spiked both William

said, "Will is with her. What

Lyle frowned deeply.

again, "We haven't had dinner

the aftermath. Take her downstairs to sober

He said, 'Let's eat.'

into her car. The driver had only driven a few hundred meters when Emelie felt a wave of

shouted, "Stop the

to a nearby trash bin and tried to vomit

felt an intense discomfort in her body, and her breath was hot. She tugged at her collar, letting the cold air slip in,

to the side of the road, intending to sit down and get some air. But just as she

and her head hit the man's chest. A cool, snowy scent filled

senses.

breathed in the coolness, she felt an unexpected dryness in