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.

face and brushed her teeth, Emelie finally felt calm enough to head

replayed last night over and over

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

some

entire relationship upside down. Only someone weak would

a means to an end-nothing

she reached the first floor, Emelie saw William taking breakfast 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 and took a sip. Then, she asked,

it in front of her and warmly replied, "Just because Lyle works for you now doesn't mean

past. "Didn't you kick him out of 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's been protecting you all these years. I can let

always got the final say," Emelie mused to

the dishes on the table, everything was light and simple. She picked up a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, eating slowly and

Lyle earlier. He said that he told you everything that he found. So, last night, was I

her coffee and replied, "What's the difference? A tool is a tool, and you were

CEO of the Cloudex

up, half

a plate of