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 concern,

giving her a chance

up struggling after knowing she

William tried to steer

Emelie suddenly drew a small knife from her waist and

and avoided the blade. In a flash, he grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and hid the knife under their sleeves to avoid

making sure

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

tell you to keep your hands off me, Mr. Middleton?"

yourself. If you've got something to say, say it." Emelie shook off his grip,

Emelie

need to see

hit the gas and drove straight

there, he pulled her out of the car, led her inside, and took her to

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

began wiping her face. The chemical scent of makeup remover

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

away, but

bare, clean, and free

and leaned in to take a closer

there, Mr. Middleton?" William pressed his lips together. "So, has the bruise already healed, or

grabbed another towel and

If he really did hit you, I'd bring the entire