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.

as I didn't choose Wesley. I thought you didn't want us to be together. So why do you

did feel that they shouldn't be together. She had hoped that they wouldn't get married and wished for them to break up. However, she couldn't put

Emelie's bed and said, "If you and Mr. Graham had parted peacefully, that would have been fine, but it makes me sad that you're

for a while. "You don't have feelings for Wesley, so why didn't you want us to

can't tell you,"

the water and pills into Emelie's hands. "Please take your medicine. If you don't, your body

smile. "If I make it through this, will you

at her pale lips,

she took the medicine, Emelie

a day.

Wesley had issued a strict order-Emelie was

the household doctor could only draw her blood and send it to

she was taking had little effect. Even after a week, there

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

Emelie had fallen into a deep sleep and was likely to be fine, so she decided to

herself up from the bed. The medicine had given her a bit of

the door and peeked