Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 905 Extra Story of Working Off the Books

By the time everyone finished eating, chatting, and having fun, it was already past

midnight. The drivers then sent everyone home.

This time, Yennifer stayed with Greta at Alderbrook in Cedonia. She didn't return to her old home, probably to avoid stirring up old memories.

Emelie and William, however, stayed at the old house.

As soon as William walked through the door, he scooped Emelie up in his arms. Instinctively, Emelie wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"

Without saying a word, William tilted his head up and kissed her. Emelie didn't resist. She let him kiss her as he carried her upstairs into the bedroom and the bathroom.

He placed her on the bathroom counter and began kissing and lightly nibbling her neck. Emelie squinted her eyes slightly.

Since she hadn't gone to work that day, her outfit was more casual.

She wore a champagne-colored satin suit that shimmered slightly, which perfectly complemented her skin tone. The notched lapel jacket was vintage and elegant, and the A- line skirt was a mix of a front skirt and back pants.

Though four months pregnant, her belly was only slightly noticeable, so her clothing hadn't changed much.

Underneath, she wore a sleeveless, rhinestone-embellished tank top. The rounded neckline exposed her fair neck, now marked with several of William's kisses, and her jacket had slipped off her shoulders.

Unable to help herself, Emelie hooked one leg around him. The warmth of his breath made her skin tingle, and she couldn't help but giggle. Grabbing his hair, she asked in a rare, soft voice, "What are you doing? Do you want it?"

William looked up. His eyes were slightly flushed with desire. His voice was huskier than usual. "I just want to kiss you all over."

It was a request she couldn't refuse.

Emelie tugged on his hair and, with a casual flick of her wrist, removed her pearl bracelet and watch, setting them aside to keep them from getting wet. This gesture was her way of giving in to his sudden desire.

William smiled, tossed their clothes into the laundry basket, and, while unfastening her back clasp, carried her into the shower.

Though they were past the first trimester and hadn't been intimate in a long time, William focused entirely on her that night.

He used his lips and hands, familiar enough with her to know exactly how to make her happy.

The sound of running water filled the air.

Since they were the only ones in the house, the occasional moans didn't matter. However, Emelie was reserved by nature, and no matter how much he coaxed, she rarely let herself go.

of her pleasure, let out a soft sound, like a stray cat running across the

of the time, she'd bite her lip and hold back while clutching William's shoulders or hair

of the shower. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin warm and soft as she leaned weakly against

down on the tatami mat by the window, where she loved to sit. Emelie didn't

couldn't get enough of

taken care of, it still took a toll on

wiped her clean with a wet towel

Her face was still flushed, and her body was still burning as if her

The fabric was soft and silky against her skin. After dressing her,

look at the lower part of his

me?" William asked while taking her hand and kissing the back

it and felt it wouldn't be

chuckled softly. He couldn't bear to see her exert herself when she was too exhausted to even keep her eyes open. After kissing her lips, he said,

William was already tucking her in. Soon after, she drifted off into

The next morning.

Emelie woke up naturally.

eyes and saw a

installed last month? Looking around again, she noticed that even the curtains weren't the

and she sat up to scan her surroundings. This place was completely unfamiliar. This wasn't the old

also vaguely sensed that the bed beneath her was moving. No,

called out, "William?

came from

to be busy with something. After reassuring her, he

a plate of freshly washed and

had already jumped out of bed and

like cotton, stretching out under the blue sky

stared for a long time before turning around to ask William, "Are we...

now?"

and gently pulled her onto the couch. "We're on a plane, Angel. A private

"Why am I on a private jet? How did I get here? Where

we going?"

were exhausted last night and slept deeply. I carried you on board. We're headed

sweet,

his gaze locked on hers, he added, "Angel, everything's taken care of. Isn't

watched the watermelon juice drip down his fingers to his wrist, she couldn't help but recall how he had kissed her the

acted upset. "Now I know why you wore me out last night! It was

sleeper. As long as he was gentle, it wasn't easy

through the whole ride from the