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?"

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

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

up struggling after knowing she couldn't break free from his

to

drew a small knife from her

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

quickly, making sure that no one

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

many times do I have to tell you to keep your hands off me, Mr. Middleton?" Emelie replied with

"I thought that was in the past and things are different between us now." "Don't flatter yourself. If you've got something to say, say it." Emelie

Emelie into

need to see

he hit the gas and drove straight

car, led

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

The chemical scent of makeup

touch was surprisingly gentle as if he was afraid of

away, but William firmly guided it back,

bare, clean, and

his brows and leaned in to take a closer

pressed his lips together. "So, has the bruise already healed, or did he not hit

her makeup already ruined, she grabbed another towel and wiped the rest of her

do. If he really did hit you, I'd bring the entire Filo family down and make them apologize to you," William said