Winning Her Heart Back

 How Ridiculous Emelie gritted her teeth.

Contrary to her usual calm and rational demeanor, she currently appeared stubborn and unyielding.

Even though Elena had laid out the whole story clearly, and even though Ashton's silence confirmed everything, she still refused to accept it.

"These are merely your speculations!" she said.

Her obstinacy was too much even for Elena, who sneered in response.

Just as she was about to retort, Wesley interrupted, "Eme, he doesn't deserve your trust."

Wesley, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke up in a calm and emotionless manner. The red as blood rose petals had been blown by the wind to his feet.

His words hit Emelie like a sledgehammer, suffocating her with anguish.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She watched her reflection in his warm brown eyes, which stood in stark contrast to his cold piercing words.

"How was he supposed to return to your home without reconciling with you? How else was he supposed to marry you and use your relationship to force your adoptive father to hand him the ledger?" he said.

Emelie found it hard to breathe, as though she was being strangled.

Wesley continued, "Eme, every step he took was calculated. Can't you see that even now?"

After Emelie hung up on her, Ashton tried calling her back but received no answer. She sensed something was amiss and immediately called William.

"What is it?" he answered coldly.

"Ms. Hoven just called me using Ms. Allen's phone, Mr. Middleton," Ashton said.

William's voice turned colder. "What did she say?"

Ashton replied softly, "She asked me if I manipulated public opinion behind the scenes when Ms. Allen framed her. I didn't respond immediately. I was quiet for a while before denying it, but she hung up afterward. I don't think she believed me. She might have figured something out."

"Got it." William hung up.

The car he was in was driving quickly. Lyle, who was in the front seat, had just finished organizing some

information.

Lyle spoke, "Will, it looks like Wesley's car is heading towards-"

William stoically interrupted, "They went to the Allen residence."

Lyle was surprised. He turned around and said, "Will, how do you know?"

William replied coldly, "Get your people ready."

Lyle smirked. "Don't worry, Will. Whether on land or in the sky, I've got it all covered. Wesley won't escape my grasp!"

William sat silently in the car, fidgeting with his ring as he closed his eyes.

At that moment, a cloud drifted across the sky, shrouding the bright sun and dimming the light in the Allen family garden.

Emelie felt her legs go weak.

She struggled to stand and moved to a nearby chair, taking a seat. She looked down at the ring on her finger and tried to take it off.

However, just like every other time, it didn't budge. It was like the trap William had set for her, binding her securely.

Emelie remembered the first time William took her back to Alderbrook. She had asked if he wanted to come in, and he had said he wasn't in the position to do that.

She had felt moved that the great Mr. Middleton was trying so hard to gain her approval. When he put the ring on her finger, he said that he was finally in the right position to return home with her.

Was she happy and content that they were finally a legitimate couple again?

However, it turned out that the position he mentioned wasn't what she had thought. He meant that she was finally in his grasp, and he was in the right position to threaten her father by using her as leverage.

Emelie's lips broke into a smile as her eyes filled with tears.

She used to think that Ronan didn't love her much.

However, he was merely behaving irrationally because he was terrified of the enemy that had been brought home as her fiancé.

He was terrified and demanded they break up immediately. That showed how much he loved her.

In the end, he even killed himself to protect her.

On the day that he committed suicide, she had gone to the city hall with William to get married. How ridiculous could her life be?