Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 791 Give My Life To You

"It's just an allergy, or maybe it's a change in weather. I'm still getting used to it. It'll be fine after I use a face mask tonight," Emelie said.

Emelie tried to brush it off but Samuel wasn't buying it. "You're a Coastalburg native. Born and raised here. You've lived in this city for over twenty years, and you're telling me that you suddenly can't handle the climate here?'

Emelie fell silent, realizing she was running out of excuses. She quickly changed the subject.

"Your train's about to leave. You should go,' she urged.

Samuel remained in his wheelchair, staying put. "I'm not going anywhere. How can I leave knowing that things are like this between you two?"

Emelie smiled gently. "And you staying would fix everything?'

Samuel was puzzled. "How could Wesley ever lay a hand on you? He loves you so much...

Emelie explained softly, "We just got heated and said some things that we didn't mean. But it's over now. I'm not upset anymore. In a few days, when we've both cooled down, it'll be fine."

Samuel pressed his lips together. 'I'm sorry."

He knew that his request of Emelie had sparked the tension between her and Wesley.

"There's no need for apologies between us." Emelie waved it off.

After she finally saw Samuel off, Emelie was about to leave. She turned around, only to find William waiting for her.

He stared at the faint red mark on her cheek and asked the same thing Samuel did. "Did he really hit you?"

remained blank as she brushed past him. "There's no need for your

her a

gave up struggling after knowing she couldn't

outside, William tried to steer her

Emelie suddenly drew a small knife from her

blade. In a flash, he grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and hid

surroundings quickly, making

sees you with a weapon, you'll be spending the night at

tell you to keep your hands off me, Mr. Middleton?" Emelie replied with a

If you've got something to

Emelie

to see

gas

of the car, led her inside, and

pushed open the bathroom door and grabbed a towel from the counter. He pressed it into

The chemical scent of makeup remover filled

His touch was surprisingly gentle as if he was afraid of adding pain to

her head away, but William firmly guided it

was bare, clean, and free of any

leaned in to

together. "So, has the bruise already healed, or did he

already ruined, she grabbed another towel

did hit you, I'd bring the entire