Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 864 One More Time

Emelie responded with cool detachment, "I'll have someone send the wedding invitation to your place. You're welcome to come, Mr. Middleton."

William's anger flared, his voice dropping to a growl as he said, "Emelie."

She looked up. "At this point, the wedding can't be canceled. Do you think this is just a game? This is the Filo family's wedding. Do you need a refresher on the Filo family's standing in Faldoria?"

"No need, I know," William replied sharply. Jayden had made that crystal clear.

Emelie realized that there was no use in continuing the pointless back-and-forth, so she turned her attention back to her meal and resumed eating.

William watched her in silence, his eyes fixed on the top of her head.

After a while, he asked, "Are you sticking with this mistake for the Filo family's sake, or do you still have feelings for Wesley, despite everything you know?"

Emelie frowned. The anger she had managed to tamp down after last night anger so fierce it felt like it could rip apart the absurd world around her began to simmer again under William's relentless questioning.

She looked up at him, confusion clear in her eyes. "I don't understand you, William. I really don't. Why do you keep asking questions when you never seem satisfied with my answers?"

matter what she said, it would only end up

feelings for Wesley and he fell silent. He took a sip from his glass of water, which was now lukewarm, and felt a

quiet him. She picked up her phone, checking

new update: "Ma'am, we've got

him alive; I have

trying to keep his frustration in check,

was Ashton, delivering Emelie's

taken aback to learn that Emelie had spent the night at Sunnington Hill but didn't press for details. Instead,

Emelie seated at the dining table in William's robe, eating

signaled that their relationship had finally thawed, that William's patience had paid

anything else. Ashton quickly shook her head and

the door and carried the bag of

bag on the coffee table, pulled out a box, and removed a patch. Then, he walked behind Emelie, ready to lift the

grabbed the collar of her robe and

initial irritation softened as he met her gaze. He held up the patch. "You mentioned your back was sore. I'm just applying a

patch. It was