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 bit

her hands away, but William

up, meeting 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

a ping-pong ball was stuck in her throat, and every word came out painfully. "Aren't you so selfless? Why are you here now? You're practically a dying man, and you want me to leave with you? To marry

his

too. The cutting words and accusations from her were gone as silence filled the

Denning Residence had the best facilities. They had soundproof walls, and it was perfectly quiet once the door was

eyes were deep, dark, and fragile. The sadness in his gaze softened his usually sharp single

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

moment, William got up and suddenly grabbed the back of

was aching with pain, though not as strong as before. He had thought that he could walk

arrangements. However, he couldn't watch his love marry another man. He couldn't watch as Emelie became someone else's wife.

her, and

you a long time ago. Either you stay with me, or you spend the rest of your life alone. You'll never belong to anyone but me!" he rasped,