Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 870 Passive

Emelie didn't flinch. "If you're serious, then let's go through with it."

The silence on Wesley's end was heavy, but Emelie could hear the shift in his breathing as it grew more uneven.

She stood up and walked to the coffee machine, switching the call to speaker mode while making herself an espresso.

Coffee had always been her thing. She was better at it than most baristas.

Back in her days as a secretary, making coffee for bosses and clients was second nature. And, being who she was, she made sure to do everything with precision and perfection.

She measured the coffee grounds, carefully tamping them down into the portafilter, her movements slow and deliberate.

Her voice was just as steady as her hands. "You know, when I look back, I've spent my whole life being passive.

"My mom left with my brother, leaving me behind at the Pierce Residence. I didn't choose the Hovens; they adopted me by chance. You left me when we were in love. My adoptive parents used me to pay off their debts.

"William saved me one night in the rain, then made me his secretary. He used me, manipulated me, and tossed me aside when it was convenient. You brought me to Mercianna, saved me, and proposed to me. Let's not forget how both you and Mrs. Filo kept me in the dark for all this while."

With a sharp click, Emelie locked the portafilter into place. She reached into the glass cabinet and pulled out a delicate coffee cup, its smooth surface was cool against her fingertips.

"I'm used to it by now," she said, her voice steady. "One more time won't change a thing. So, if you still want the wedding to go on, if you want me as your bride, then I'll be your bride. I'll walk down that aisle with you, hand in hand, and we'll stand there in front of everyone like nothing ever happened."

she pressed the button, and the espresso began to drip slowly, filling the cup with dark,

slow sip. It was strong and unsweetened, the bitter edge

sounds of her making coffee. He glanced at his

like ash. Bitter

he were speaking more to himself than to her, "Mom

that

brother. When she found out where you were, she went to get you, but

you to stay with them. You know, they say 'don't put all your eggs in one basket.

before continuing, "Mom always had people keeping an eye on you, making

was a quiet, almost indifferent "mm", as if she'd heard it all before and none

anymore.

I'm just telling

eyes as if the conversation had drained the last of his energy. The

plush leather. He stayed in that position

slipped in, concerned. He hesitated, about to suggest Wesley get some sleep. After all, he hadn't rested all night. But when he noticed Wesley's

He hadn't slept. His mind had been racing, consumed by his own

he thinking about? That was a question

phone once more. This time, he dialed for Samuel,

"Sam," he said.

immediately dialed Ashley's number. "Ashley, let's meet

early for dinner, so she