Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 886 The End of Their Road 2

Emelie's words threw William off. He had never thought that way. He never once had those thoughts crossed his mind. He couldn't tell if Emelie genuinely saw him like that or if she was just venting.

"I would never want you to suffer. I didn't give it much thought. I just knew I had to do it for you..." he explained, panic in his voice.

Where could he even begin to explain? What could he say to ease her anger?

William clasped Emelie's cold hands, pressing them against his warm forehead.

"You wanted revenge on your own, and didn't let Wesley help you. Of course, you wouldn't have let me either. That's why I had to act from behind the scenes. That's all I was trying to do," he said in a hoarse voice.

It wasn't about earning moral credit or playing the martyr.

"I'm worse than Charles, Bryan, or even Beathan. I treated you terribly, and I deserved to be the target of your anger," he said.

every

hands away,

her eyes with his. "Angel, I didn't want you to know any of this. I even hoped that you still hate me when I die. Maybe then you'd find some relief in my death. Maybe even some happiness. And if it made you happy even for

so selfless? Why are you here now? You're practically a dying man, and you

pressed his lips

cutting words and accusations from her were gone

best facilities. They had soundproof walls, and

gaze locked. William's eyes were deep, dark, and fragile. The sadness in his gaze softened

took a deep breath. As she turned her head away, the ornament in her hair jingled

up and

with pain, though not as strong as before. He had thought

detailed arrangements. However, he couldn't watch his love

her, and he desperately

you a long time ago. Either you stay with me, or you spend the rest of