Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 862 Sleeping with an Ex After Getting Drunk...

William was wearing a dark green pajama set.

It was a simple outfit with a button-up long-sleeved cotton top. He was lying on his side with his head propped up with one hand. The neckline of his shirt was sagging due to gravity, which revealed a glimpse of his collarbone.

And there, on his collarbone, was a very noticeable bite mark.

There was no doubt about who had bitten him. Emelie could even recall the exact position she had been in and how it felt when she had done it.

Emelie fell silent.

Her expression was hard to read. William's gaze shifted slightly, and he asked with a little uncertainty, "Did you forget what happened last night?"

"I'm not suffering from amnesia."

Emelie looked away and tried to sit up, but the moment she moved, she felt a sharp ache in her lower back and thighs.

It was worse than hiking while on her period.

She couldn't help but gasp softly.

William immediately sat up, gently supporting her back to help her sit more comfortably. He grabbed a pillow and placed it behind her. "Does that feel better?"

was soft and

discomfort. "Anyone who knows you would think you haven't been with a woman in years. Anyone who doesn't would assume you've never been with one at all." This

hadn't expected to be scolded, and he couldn't help but

he knew better than to say anything that might further provoke

to hand wash and haven't been returned yet. I asked Ashton to send over a new set, but she hasn't arrived. There are toiletries in the bathroom. Why don't you freshen up and then come downstairs for

with no way to vent her frustration, so she simply stayed quiet. She caught a glimpse

weren't the original

slept on. After carrying her out of the bathroom, William had temporarily placed her on the couch while he had gone to take some

young heir clearly wasn't skilled in household chores, as the sheets were far from neatly arranged. Despite the replacement, the bed still

words. She should have

for all his privilege, wasn't particularly good at massages either. He just followed his instincts as he rubbed her lower back. The pressure from his hands wasn't too light or too heavy, but suddenly, he pinched a ticklish spot, causing Emelie

without thinking, he pulled her back into his arms. He trapped her against his body, and Emelie ended up

William lowered his in curiosity.

for a long

was an indescribably awkward

through Emelie's mind, like "Slept with my Enemy After Getting Drunk", "Slept with an Ex After Getting Drunk",

It was ridiculous.

fed up with the awkwardness

both hands, signaling his surrender, apology, and

didn't miss the faint hint of amusement