Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 861 Angel, One Last Time

For a moment, William wondered if he was dreaming.

But the body in his arms was real, with the fragrance of alcohol and the coolness of the late night.

Emelie's eyes, slightly unfocused from the alcohol, no longer carried the usual coldness that kept people at a distance.

Her long hair was casually tied into a low ponytail, with a few strands falling loose and sticking to her cheeks, giving her an unexpectedly alluring look

William's Adam's apple bobbed twice. He had always desired her, and that night was no exception.

However, her behavior was too unusual that night. It wasn't like her to come to him for such a thing, let alone drink this much, which was rare.

William could only guess that she was acting impulsively due to some emotional turmoil.

He knew well that Emelie could handle her liquor.

Even when she drank heavily, she wouldn't forget what she had done by the time she woke up, so he wasn't afraid of her accusing him of taking advantage of her the next day.

But right now, he was concerned about her well-being more than feeling desire.

After taking a deep breath, William ran his fingers through her hair, holding her head gently. "Did something happen?"

His voice was surprisingly soft.

But Emelie wasn't in the mood to talk. "Are you going to do it or not?"

William restrained himself and said, "You seemed fine during the day at the office. I even saw you go to the market after work. Did something happen later at night?"

Emelie asked again, "Are you going to do it or not? William, your illness is in your lungs, not anywhere else, right? Don't tell me that you're incapable."

Lyle should have returned to Capebatt City today. Did

he know

Emelie. "If you're incapable, I'll just find someone

him and started to

reached its

closing the door as he did. Turning the tables, he pressed her against

was like throwing a lit match into a pile of gasoline-soaked wood,

moved from the first floor to the second, from the

were scattered across the floor. Jackets, gloves, undergarments, and pajamas,

they fell onto the bed, both of them were stripped

about to reach their peak, William suddenly regained his clarity, and

Emelie was irritated and uncomfortable. "Are

her, bracing his arms on either

her intoxicated state, Emelie

these years, you've never been

single one," William

didn't care. "If there's no one else, then we don't need it."

it. After my miscarriage, the doctor said it would be very difficult for me to have children again. And given how frail you are,

The atmosphere grew silent.

it would be better if she

covered her eyes with his hand and once again

the quiet bedroom, a long-awaited

bed, a masterpiece crafted by renowned artisans from Glastony, remained sturdy

curtains hadn't been fully drawn. Moonlight streamed in and cast their entwined shadows on the wall swaying

William was cautious. Every time, he made sure to

Emelie finally fell into a

sweat-drenched hair clung to her face. William brushed it back behind her ears, then carried her to