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?"

of emotions. She

You... you should

replied, feeling weary, "She doesn't want to see me right

stomped her foot in frustration. She pushed him again

to see you, does that mean that you can't show up? This is exactly why you haven't reconciled with her all this time! Trust me this once! You should

him out the door

moment, but in

one is allowed to follow them

his eyes. "What

didn't do anything,"

that she had spiked both William

with her. What are you worried about? Come on, don't

Lyle frowned deeply.

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

to sober up, clean up the living

He said, 'Let's eat.'

into her car. The driver had only driven a

immediately shouted, "Stop

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

a few drinks shouldn't be enough to get her drunk. However, she felt an intense discomfort in her body, and her breath was hot. She tugged at her collar, letting

of the road, intending to sit down and get some air. But

head hit the man's chest. A cool,

senses.

in the coolness, she