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."

"Did you find something out? Lyle should have returned to

did he

none of this mattered to Emelie.

and

reached its

her back, closing the door as he did. Turning the tables, he

match into a pile of gasoline-soaked

from the first floor to the second, from

scattered across the floor. Jackets, gloves,

fell onto the bed,

were about to reach their peak, William

Emelie was irritated

by her words. He leaned over her, bracing his

in her intoxicated state, Emelie immediately understood

years, you've never been with a

course. Not a single one," William

didn't care. "If there's no one else, then

And given how frail you are, Mr. Middleton, I doubt your little swimmers have the strength to get

The atmosphere grew silent.

be better if she

with his hand and once again captured

bedroom, a long-awaited moan came from both of

renowned artisans from

in and

cautious. Every time,

fell into a deep

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