Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 796 Meeting His Eyes

Jodie quietly approached Emelie's bed, holding the medication that had been prepared. They were in her bedroom on the second floor of the Denning Residence.

She gently woke Emelie from her deep sleep. 'It's time to take your medicine. The doctor said that you need to take this every four hours. Please get up and take it, or else you won't get better."

Emelie's face was pale, and her voice was weak and frail. "Has Wesley come back?"

"Mr. Graham... is on his way back to Mercianna, Jodie replied, not very good at lying. She couldn't even meet Emelie's eyes when she said it.

"If he wanted to come back, he would have been here by now. He's not planning to return, so why bother lying to me?' Emelie forced a bitter smile.

"How did things end up like this between you and Mr. Graham?" Jodie asked, still struggling to believe it. "There's nothing surprising about it. Many couples and lovers go from being in love to hating each other. We just got there a bit sooner." Emelie propped herself up on the bed.

Jodie looked uncertain. "That's impossible. Anyone else might grow to despise each other, but Mr. Graham would never.'

Emelie, barely able to speak, asked, 'Do you remember when we held the charity horse race in Coastalburg? You suddenly suggested that I consider Lyle?"

"Yes, I remember," Jodie replied.

Lyle or Mr. Swanson, as long as I didn't choose Wesley. I thought you didn't want us to be together. So why do you seem to regret

did feel that they shouldn't be together. She had hoped that they wouldn't get married and wished for them to

by Emelie's bed and said, "If you and Mr. Graham had parted peacefully, that would have been fine, but

been curious about this for a while. "You don't have feelings

can't tell you,"

Emelie's hands. "Please take your medicine. If you don't, your

pills with a faint smile. "If I make it through this, will

looked at her pale lips, her heart aching.

took the medicine, Emelie laid

had been sleeping more than 18 hours a day. It wasn't so much sleep as it

seemed truly severe, yet Wesley had issued a strict order-Emelie was not to leave the Denning

the household doctor could only draw her blood and send it

was taking had little effect. Even after a week, there was no

all this time. Due to her training, she needed less sleep than most people, but even she

fallen into a deep sleep and was

Emelie opened her eyes and slowly pushed herself up from the bed. The medicine had

quietly opened the