Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 863 A Tool

Emelie stood there, water droplets clinging to her skin. The towel had already slipped to the floor.

In the soft morning light, she looked both pure and serene. Her smooth shoulders, defined curves, and slender legs had a faint, rosy glow. Wet strands of hair stuck to her cheeks.

Her usual coolness was gone, replaced by something undeniably alluring. It reminded William of how she had clung to him last night vulnerable and irresistibly tempting.

Last night had felt like a dream, one that William knew he'd be replaying in his mind for a long time.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His dark eyes were locked on her, taking in every detail.

Emelie wasn't the type to panic or rush back to the bathroom in embarrassment. Instead, she calmly reached for a dark green robe. She shook it out and slipped it on with a steady hand, her gaze never leaving his.

William acted like nothing had happened. "I thought you were still in bed. Finish up and come downstairs when you're ready."

He quietly closed the door behind him as he left.

Emelie clenched her teeth and kicked the towel aside. She should've just slept with a gigolo last night.

brushed her teeth,

last night

some of it was the alcohol talking. But another part of it was pure, pent-up emotion that needed the most

up some unnecessary complications, but

wasn't naive enough to think that one night would flip their entire relationship upside down. Only

was just a means

out of the kitchen and setting it on the table. A glass of honey water was waiting for her. She knew it was meant for her, so she picked it up

because Lyle works for you now doesn't mean we're not on speaking terms. It's normal for us to stay in touch occasionally,

Capebatt City and take his Westward Club?" "That was business," William said evenly. "I couldn't forgive what he did back then, but I can respect

that he always got the final

on the table, everything was light and simple. She picked up a plate of scrambled

her fill and was clearly done. Then, he looked at her and said, "I called Lyle earlier. He said that he told

sipped her coffee and replied, "What's the difference? A tool

was the CEO of the Cloudex Corporation, being dismissed, belittled, and

half expecting

of bacon and pancakes closer to her. "Try these. They're