Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 771 Tears in His Eyes

At night, the road laid deserted except for the man and woman embracing in the middle and four cars parked in the distance. These cars belonged to Emelie's bodyguards.

Without Jodie present, and given that Lyle had worked for William and was easily lured away, the bodyguards found themselves lacking clear orders. This left them unsure about whether they should separate them or not. Usually, they would have taken action. However, since Emelie did not seem to be resisting, it would have been inappropriate for them to intervene.

After they've discussed amongst themselves, the bodyguards decide to stay put in their vehicles, observing the situation closely. They would intervene if Emelie showed any signs of needing help.

In reality, Emelie was resisting. It was just that her struggles weren't violent, so they went unnoticed. Following her outburst, she felt increasingly weakened. She wasn't able to even push William away.

It was weird. As a secretary accustomed to social drinking, Emelie was well aware of her own tolerance. The amount that she had drunk that evening should not have led to intoxication. Nevertheless, she felt unusually weak and her heart pounded faster than usual.

Could the unique recipe of the plum wine be the reason? Was it different from regular alcohol? She wasn't

sure.

Her throat was dry, and she wanted something cool to drink or touch.

breathed heavily, and the unique scent

feel unreachable back then, now felt like a lone umbrella in a blazing 40 degree heat. It was

moved closer, her nose pressing against his chest. She inhaled deeply and, as she exhaled, her warm

fact, he could even sense his own body responding to being so close to

they were together, apart from the last six months of their relationship, they were frequently intimate,

apart for so long, Emelie was finally nestled in his

felt emotions surging within

hot forehead were a striking contrast. It created an oddly comforting

her down to her nose, and Emelie vaguely sensed that something was amiss. Her thoughts

had kissed Emelie twice before. Both times, it felt like he was venting. The kisses couldn't be considered truly intimate, until

was pouring all his unspoken feelings into this kiss, which was deep and genuine. Emelie, in her dazed state, felt like this was an illusion. This kiss was the deepest William had

as they returned to the Eastbay, and even the kiss at the traffic lights on the eighth

desperate

never wanted to hurt you since you went to work in Weston City. I'm

"William confessed.