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

last night

alcohol talking. But another part of it was

some unnecessary complications,

would flip their entire relationship upside down. Only someone weak would

was just a means to an end-nothing more, nothing

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, "Have you

of mushroom soup. He placed it in front of her and warmly replied, "Just because Lyle works for you now doesn't mean we're not

Westward Club?" "That was business," William said evenly. "I couldn't forgive what

got the final say," Emelie mused to

simple. She picked up a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, eating slowly and savoring

he looked at her and said, "I called Lyle earlier. He said that he told you everything that he

"What's the difference? A tool is a tool, and you

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glanced up, half expecting a

preference for classic breakfast and pushed a plate of bacon and pancakes closer to her. "Try these. They're