Winning Her Heart Back

An Opportunity to Be Your Teacher 

Emelie tried to hold back her tears, but they rolled down regardless. 

Sheenderstood what Girela meant. 

n’s trap, which led to Greta and 

A mother knew her daughter the best. Greta knew that if she died, Emelie would Ekely blame herself. Emelie would think she had fallen for William’s i Ronan’s deaths. Thus, Greta’s final words were to absobe Emelle, telling her it wasn’t her fa 

Wesley handed her handkerchief, but Emelie shook her head and wiped her tears with her hand: 

This was the last and only time she would cry. The next time she cried would be on the day she got her revenge. 

“Did my mother say anything else?” Emelie asked hoarsely. 

Marcel nodded. “She also wanted you to remember your promise to find Etta” 

Hoven, the third daughter of the Hoven family. 

Wesley picked up his teacup, and the steam from the tea blurted his features. “I’ve already sent my men to look for her. But she’s been missing for so many years, so there are no leads for now,” 

“My parents told me that Ema dropped out of college after meeting a pank and eloped with him. She hasn’t contacted the family once since then,” Emelie said 

She frowned. “Could she have been deceived? otherwise, she wouldn’t have not contacted the family at all.” 

Another possibility was that she wasn’t able to contact them. 

“There’s a chance. Marcel, look into this possibility.” Wesley tapped his long fingers on the enamel cup’s rim while being deep in thought. “William was also looking for Etta. He might suspect that the account book is with Etta” 

Emelie paused as an idea had struck her. “It’s not impossible. In my memory, Etta was an obedient, understanding, and timid girl. She doesn’t seem like the type to run off with 

Wesley nodded. “She had run off with the guy shortly after you left home, probably because Edward sensed iminent danger and asked Elta to take the account book with her. Your adoptive mother’s last words to find Elta were actually a way to tell you where the account book was. 

Greta had continued to plan for her even in her death. She couldn’t bear me blaming herself, and she had been given a chance to retaliate Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Wesley Bitted his hand and signaled Marcel to leave, 

Emelle, who had been sitting on the same sofa as him, turned to face him. “Wesley, please find me some teachers.” 

wesley put down his teacup “What do you want to learn?” 

“A lot.” Emelie pressed her lips together. “I used to be a secretary. Although I know many things, they are only surface–level. I want to be able to leam more in depth.” Wesley knew she was preparing for her future confrontations with William and the Xwdher Group. He asked, “Why seek other teachers? can’t I teach you?” 

Free was surprised: “Aren’t you busy?! 

“But I don’t want to let the opportunity to be your teacher go to someone else.” Wesley uncrossed his legs and stood up, indicating that she should follow him. “We’ll start your lessons today. Come with me to my study,” 

The first lesson Emelie had with Wesley was in business. 

This was Emelie’s forte, given her background as a chief secretary. However, because she had been secretary, she had leamed the supporting aspects of it rather than the decision–making perspective. 

Wesley’s teachings provided her with invaluable insights from the viewpoint of a leader. She had leaned a lot 

In addition to business, Wesley taught her other skills. 

He taught her shooting, archery, and horseback riding Horseback riding, in particular, was Emelle’s weekest skill. She had been outmaneuvered by William at the riding field 

before. 

Sering that she couldn’t even control the horse, Wesley tool hold of her saddle, mounted the hose behind her, and guided her personally. 

The estate was vast, and there was plenty of space for horseback riding 

As the horse galloped Emelle inadvertently caught a whiff of the pine scent on Wesley. At that moment, she was reminded of another man whose familiar scent of fresh snow was deeply ingrained in her memory 

A pang of pain shot through the scar on her chest, and she tightened her grip on the reins 

Then, she noticed the wedding ring on her finger that she couldn’t remove, and her expression went dark 

Wesley noticed she was distracted and looked down at her. She wore riding attire with her hair bed into a high ponytail, but some of her shorter hair was left louse, and it fluttered in the wind 

He reminded her, “Daydreaming while riding can make you fall off.” 

Le refocused her attention. 

Emelie was quick to learn. She picked up skills rapidly, and with Wesley’s effective teaching methods, she made significant progress in a short time. 

They practiced for an entice afternoon, and Emelle had already mastered about sixty to seventy percent of the skills. 

sanwed 

That evening a servant announced, “Dr. Miles hu 

Dr. Miles was the surgeon who had removed the crossbow bolt from Felle on the cre 

Latele assumed he was here to see her. However, Wesley stood up. “You’ve been studying all day. If you’re tired, reat carly. If not, you can go to my study and look at the books I left on the desk.” 

*I’m not tired. I’ll read some more,” Emelie said. 

An Opportunity to Be Your Teacher

Wesley nodded and went upstairs. Miles was led in by the servant and, after greeting Emelie, also went upstairs. He even carried a medical bag 

Emelie frowned slightly 

Was the doctor seeking Wesley out, or was he seeking the doctor? Was her injury worse than she thought, or was there something wrong with him that he didn’t want her to know? 

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