Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 869 What Do You Want

Emelie didn't bother sugarcoating anything. She nodded. "Yeah, I called him over."

Jodie hesitated before asking, "This is the second time. Are you thinking about getting back together with him?" Emelie's response was sharp and to the point. "There won't just be two times. Whenever I need him, I'll call. But getting back together? Not a chance. Using him to blow off some steam? That works just fine."

Jodie blinked, clearly struggling to process that. "But... Why him? Couldn't you just call someone else? After everything that's happened between you two, how can you still go through with your plan to get back at him?"

Her confusion was clear, and Emelie's casual attitude only made it harder for Jodie to wrap her head around it. Could someone really keep using someone like that and still hold onto their anger?

Emelie saw the besitation in Jodie's eyes but didn't feel the need to explain herself. She knew exactly what she was doing.

After she took a few bites of oatmeal, Emelie looked up. "You weren't too supportive of me being with Wesley before. Was it because you already knew about my past with him?"

Jodie gave a small nod, keeping her head down.

Emelie let out a silent yet amused smirk, although her eyes stayed cold.

Jodie still wanted to ask how Emelie planned to handle the wedding with Wesley, now that it was just days away. However, as an employee, and with two of her bosses involved, it wasn't her place to pry. All she could do was stand back and wait for the storm to pass.

a wedding, how it would unfold, or if it would be called off, they'd all have their answer soon

9:00 am in Mercianna. So,

Wesley answered almost immediately.

relaxed, as if nothing unusual

roses would be a good choice for the wedding?" His voice sounded rough, as if he hadn't slept at all. Emelie knew him well enough to recognize the signs of

she said with casual ease. "Is that why you

"The

smiled. "I'll be there,

was her cool, indifferent attitude or the fact that she wasn't reacting as Wesley had expected, but

pressed harder, his voice sharp with frustration, "Aren't you

lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "Isn't that what I should be asking you? Wesley, don't you have something to tell

called him "Mr. Cronus" with a teasing lilt, but when it was serious, she dropped

frustration was evident. "If I could just say it, I

I could ask,

faltered, momentarily speechless.

softly, "Wesley, what do you

always tackled it head-on. No issue was ever allowed to fester overnight. She'd