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 of

away, but William held on too

me when I die. Maybe then you'd find some relief in my death. Maybe even some happiness. And if it made you happy

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

pressed his lips

The cutting words and accusations from her were gone

had the best facilities. They had soundproof walls,

fragile. The sadness in his

As she turned her head away, the ornament in her hair

and suddenly grabbed the back of her

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

watch his love marry another

and

it to 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, his voice hoarse