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?"

mix of emotions. She turned and pushed William

You... you should take

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

in frustration. She pushed him again and urged him out

does that mean that you can't show up? This is exactly why you haven't

out the door multiple

but in the end, he followed her

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

eyes. "What did you

didn't do anything,"

Patrice dare admit that she had

forward, Patrice said, "Will is with her. What are you worried about? Come on, don't

Lyle frowned deeply.

haven't had dinner yet. Let's eat

aftermath. Take her downstairs to sober up,

He said, 'Let's eat.'

she left the Swanson Residence, Emelie got into her car. The driver had only driven a few hundred meters when Emelie felt a

immediately shouted, "Stop the

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

body, and her breath was hot. She tugged at her collar, letting the cold air slip in, which somewhat eased

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

head hit the man's chest. A

senses.

the coolness, she felt an unexpected dryness in her