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

hand. Without giving her a chance to resist, he pulled her

struggling after knowing she couldn't break free from his

William tried to steer her toward his

knife from her waist and thrust it at

grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and hid the knife under their

scanned the surroundings quickly, making

you'll be spending the night at the police station,"

you to keep your

yourself. If you've got

Emelie into his

need to see your face,"

the gas and drove straight to Sunnington

of the car, led her inside, and took her

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

her face. The chemical scent of

remained silent as he carefully removed her makeup. His touch was surprisingly gentle as if he was

turned her head away, but William firmly guided it

her skin was bare, clean, and free

and leaned in to take a closer

Disappointed to see nothing there, Mr. Middleton?" William pressed his lips together. "So, has the bruise already healed, or

another towel and wiped the rest

I'd bring the entire Filo family down and make them apologize to you," William