Winning Her Heart Back

 Fallen for You at First Sight

Just as Beathan walked over, the driver stepped out of the car and opened the rear door courteously. "Mr. Collins, I believe that you haven't had dinner yet. My lady has arranged a table of authentic Calmcrest cuisine at Eastview Pavilion and would like to invite you for a meal."

Beathan asked, "How should I address your lady?"

The driver replied, "My lady's maiden name is Middleton."

Oh? Mrs. Middleton? That was interesting.

Beathan bent down and got into the car.

William took Emelie to Eastbay.

Upon entering, the entire house looked oddly safe. There was not a single piece of porcelain in the house. Even the flower vases were made of plastic.

Emelie smirked. "Are you planning to confine me here and not let me out?"

William removed his coat, and a maid quietly took it from him. He said, "Mrs. Middleton, where did that come from? How could I confine you? It's just that you need to rest at home after being too exhausted lately,"

At this point, what else could Emelie do? She could only nod. "Fine. I'll get some rest."

She went upstairs to the guest bedroom and slammed the door shut with a bang.

The entire house trembled, but William didn't even bat an eye. Unbuttoning his shirt sleeves, he calmly said, "She's still so petite, but her temper has grown."

Emelie curled up on the bed, expecting to have trouble falling asleep. However, she had been unusually sleepy these past few days. By the time it was past one in the morning, drowsiness overwhelmed her.

Just as she was about to drift off, she felt someone wrap their arms around her waist from behind. The person carried a familiar, revitalizing scent that instantly banished her fatigue.

She bent her elbow and jabbed it backward sharply as she said, "Let go!"

William had anticipated her actions and caught her firmly. "Mrs. Middleton, you need to rest, and so do L." His voice lowered as he continued, "Who taught you to hit me like that? This is where my kidney is. What if you damage it and ruin the rest of your life?"

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Emelie struggled to break free from his grip. "Go back to your bedroom!"

Instead, William tightened his arms around her and pressed his chest against her back. Their body heat mingled under the blanket. He said in a lazy tone, "This whole house is mine, and I'll sleep wherever I want."

Emelie was utterly frustrated. She stopped trying to pry his hands away and instead tried to wriggle out from under his steel-like grip.

However, William rolled over and lay on top of her. "You're in my house. Wherever I decide for you to sleep is where you'll sleep."

Emelie couldn't push him away, and she also couldn't win against him in an argument. As she was pressed tightly against him in the dead of night, her chest rose and fell dramatically. She glared at him in the darkness.

William lowered his head. "What did Wesley say about me? Did he mention me as someone who was manipulative, heartless, and scheming, or someone with wild ambition?"

Emelie snapped, "Did any of those accusations actually slander you?"

"All of them are wrong," William said with mixed emotions. "I've admired you, fallen for you at first sight, fallen for you for real, and then felt deeply for you."

Emelie scoffed.

"Don't you believe me?" William turned over and held her tightly again. He sighed into her hair as though hugging her was the only way to settle his heart.

"If you don't believe me, that's fine. In any case, you're my wife now. Close your eyes and sleep. If I don't get enough rest, I won't be able to take you to the hospital to see your mother tomorrow."

At this, Emelie stopped struggling. She barely moved, and she forced herself to close her eyes. She spent the night in a half-sleep and didn't actually fall asleep until dawn.

However, when she heard the sounds of movement coming from downstairs, she jolted out of her sleep and immediately got up and went downstairs.

William was sitting at the breakfast table. The first thing she asked was, "When can I go to the hospital to see my mom?"

William didn't look at her. "Her condition is stable, just like yesterday. It doesn't matter if you do or don't see her today, she'll still stay the same. There's no need for you to go."

Was he implying that he didn't intend to let her go to the hospital?

Emelie was furious. She grabbed a nearby water glass and threw it at him. "You lied to me!"

William easily dodged it. He looked up at her coldly. "I didn't sleep well last night. You were squirming in my arms like a caterpillar all night. Didn't you feel the changes in my body when you rubbed against me?"