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?"

as she brushed past him. "There's no need for your concern,

he grabbed Emelie's hand. Without giving her a chance to

struggling after knowing she couldn't break free

tried to steer her toward his

suddenly drew a small knife from her waist and thrust it at

just and avoided the blade. In a flash, he grabbed her wrist, twisted it,

quickly, making sure that

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

you to keep your hands off me, Mr.

between us now." "Don't flatter yourself. If you've got something to say, say

got Emelie into his

need to see your

he hit the gas and drove

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

from the counter.

her face. The chemical scent

removed her makeup. His touch was surprisingly gentle

turned her head away, but William firmly guided it

skin was bare, clean, and

furrowed his brows and leaned in to

the bruise already healed, or did he not hit

she grabbed another towel and wiped the rest of

did hit you, I'd bring the entire Filo family down and make them apologize

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