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?"

expression was a mix of emotions.

You... you

"She doesn't want

pushed

you can't show up? This is exactly why you haven't reconciled with her all this time! Trust me this

pushed him out

a moment, but in the end,

door. "No one is allowed

his eyes. "What did you

didn't do anything," she

she had

Patrice said, "Will is with her. What are you worried

Lyle frowned deeply.

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

began tidying up the aftermath. Take her downstairs to sober up, clean up the living

He said, 'Let's eat.'

left the Swanson Residence, Emelie got into her car. The driver had only driven

shouted, "Stop the

stopped quickly, and Emelie rushed out. She ran to a nearby trash bin and tried to vomit but was unable

a few drinks shouldn't be enough to get her drunk. However, she felt an intense discomfort in her body, and her

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

head hit the man's chest.

senses.

coolness, she