Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 313 How Can I Ever Let You Go? Who was provoking whom, exactly? Just because Emelie had angered William didn't give him the right to do as he pleased Who made these rules, anyway? was it him once more? It always seemed like he was the one calling the shots! Emelle was furious to speak William wiped his mouth and noticed blood. Jest moments ago, she had pounced on has like a wildcat and biten him directly William's Adarna's apple bobbed as he said, "stay seated so that you don't bump into anything and then glare atagain." The mountain road was already winding enough as it was.

Enforcibly subdued her anger, settled back into her seat, and tightly gripped the handle William shifted gears, released the brake, and guided the car down the slope. He didn't inquire about her address, and Emelle didn't offer since she knew that he was already aware at it.

She had thought that she had slipped away from his control, but in reality, every action she took remained under his vigilant guzz.

As the car finally descended from the mountain and onto the main road, the streetlights cast a bright glow on the straight path ahead.

Willum eased back a little and glanced at Emelie seated beside him. She leaned against the door, eyes closed as if depleted of energy. Her breathing was henry, and the furrowed brows suppested her deep-seated concern william stole a few more glances at her but grew imitated thinking about her continous mention of Samuel Heclenched the steering wheel tightly and looked away.

Emelie wasn't sleeping as she couldn't find the peace to do so. She experienced alternating sensations of heat and cold, a feeling she was quite familiar with It brought back memories of when she had collapsed on the Graham family's ship due to diness. Perhaps the recent busy work schedule, lack of rest, and adjusting to a mem environment had triggered this sudden bout of illness When the car pulled up at the hotel, Emelle woke abruptly. She murmured settly, "Thank you, Mr. Middleton,” and swiftly opened the car door before stepping out She was keenly aware that she had reached her limit. Shaking slightly, she retrieved her phone and dialed for an ambulance.

William observed her unsteady movements from inside the car Emelie had just provided her location to the emergency center when she accidentally collided with someone walking toward ber Normally, such acollision would have caused a stumble at most. However, Emalie completely lost her balance and started falling backward In that instant, she accepted her impending fall, convinced that it wouldn't make mach difference since an ambulance was already on its way.

Instead of the expected pain, a strong arm wrapped firmly around her waist Emelie's cheeks flushed deeply in the chilly breeze. Beneath the bright hotel entrance lights, her blushing face was unmistakable.

William quickly reached out to check her forehead. “You have a fever and didn't say anything?" be snapped. Was he blaming her? Emelie's thoughts were a mess. She had been feeling so uncomfortable. Surely, he could have noticed eacher if he had been paying more attention. "If it were Mr. Swanson, be would have noticed for sure.

William's expression turned grim. Without saying another word, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the car. From there, he drove straight to the hospital After being admitted to the emergency room, her temperature was recorded at 39°C. With a high fever, she needed to be hospitalized and receive an TV drip Standing by her bedside, William observed Emebe's feverish face. His emotions were unclear, and his tone was unreadable. "Are you so upset about Samuel leaving that you've made yourself sick?" The hospital bed was adomed with white pillows and sheets. Emehe lay there, appearing fragile as if she could break with a gentle touch. I deep slumber.

Her eyes remained tightly closed, lost in a Given her high fever, one would expect her to be unconscious by now. It was remarkable how she had managed to conduct her investigation and descend the mountain in such a sesta.

Yet, that was Emelie-never showing vulnerability, never relying on others, and steadfast in bearing everything alone.

William gently pinched her chin, adjusting her head on the pillow. He had taught her everything, even molding her way of thinking. Therefore, their minds were so attuned that they often anticipated each other's thoughts. However, in his three years as her mentor, he had neglected to impart the wisdom of yielding when necessary.

Emelie's brows furrowed slightly she were drivening. Her lips moved faintly, murmuring words under her breath. Williamleaned closer to listen attentively.

"Why won't you just...go." Her words struck a chord with Willam, and his expression darkened.

Emelie repeated the phrase incoherently, clearly troubled

It started with Daphne, then Patricia, and now Elena So many womenm sumounded him each holding a special place in his heart. Yet, why couldn't he let her go?

Every tshe thought he was finally going to establish clear boundaries between them, helwould provoke her again, keeping her in a perpetual state of uncertainty that unsettled her heart.

William delicately adjusted her blanket, ensuring it covered her chin before smoothing it down with care, His hand then moved to her abdomen. Despite the thickness of the blanket and his gentle touch, Encle's body tensed. In abushed hour, William asked, "How and ever let you go?" Emelle remained vident, her eyelashes trembling as a tear escaped down hercheck.

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