Winning Her Heart Back

Wesley 

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Emelie paused for a moment and then turned to look at him. 

It was a cloudy day. Dark clouds obscured the spring sun, casting the entire city in a dull gray. Rain was falling somewhere in the distance. The air carried a moist scent, mixed with hints of green grass or perhaps pine, weaving its way into her nostrils. 

A man stood about two to three feet away. He was tall, standing at about 189 meters tall. It was impossible to ignore him, with his commanding presence. 

Moreover, he possessed a charisma that drew her in Once her gaze fell upon him, it couldn’t stray elsewhere 

He wore a brown collared suit. The suit looked more casual and relaxed, without the formality and imposing feel of a traditional suit. There was only one button at his waist, which showed off his slim waist and broad shoulders even more. 

Underneath, his white shirt was of an unconventional style, with the right lapel pressing over the left one in a manner reminiscent of foreign elements. His collar was slightly undone, revealing the knot of his throat and half of his collarbone 

His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. Emelie couldn’t help but think of William from this morning. However, this man was slightly leaner compared to William. 

Every aspect of him exuded an air of elegance. His features were well–defined, his eyes were deep, and his demeanor was elegant and aloof. 

Emelie remembered a line from Edward Langley’s poem, “The Wooden Horse.” He said, “Gradually I felt a leaf startling the autumn cicadas chirping in the late plain time sequence,” symbolizing how a falling leaf disrupted the serene chirping of autuan cicadas, signaling the onset of autumn’s chill. 

Emelie remembered that Wesley had left ten years ago at the end of summer, and now he had returned in early spring 

They had met the previous night, but seeing him again in broad daylight made Emelie purse her lips. 

Wesley walked toward her. His pine–like scent was calm and gentle. Emelie recalled the time aboard the Graham cruise ship when she danced blindfolded with a mysterious 

person. 

Back then, she couldn’t see his face, only smelling a faint scent of pine emanating from him. She guessed it was him. However, when she lowered the blindfold, the person in front of her was Samuel instead. 

Sure enough, it was him. Here and gone in a hurry. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

There was calmness in Wesley’s eyes as he asked in a gentle tone, “Why did you stop?” 

Emelie didn’t understand. “What?” 

He said, “Being angry. You’ve been angry at me for leaving you behind, haven’t you? I’m right here now. I’m not leaving again. You can vent your anger on me if you want! 

Embe hadn’t felt angry before, but for some reason, his calm tone stirred up a storm within her. She suddenly blurted out, “You left, and now you’re back. What for? I’ve been doing fine without you for these ten years. I don’t need you to play the savior, to rescue me from fire and water! Take your people away! I won’t accept your guise of protection, which is actually surveillance! 

“Wesley, I’m not the 16–year–old Emelie anymore. I won’t center my life around you, nor will I follow in your footsteps. Don’t show up in front of me again. 

“Back then, everyone in school was saying that you couldn’t handle being chased by me, so you left the country. Everyone laughed at me, saying that I was crazy for trying to cling to the rich. I got a bad name because of you. 

“Now, I’m married and have a husband. Don’t come and noin my reputation!” 

Wesley remained calm and serene–like an old church, like a secluded path, and the the firstrays of down entering deep mountain forests–as he calmly replied, “Are you done venting? Jodie will still follow you. Your foster father’s death is related to your origins. You’re not safe anymore.”