Winning Her Heart Back

 Shouldn't Have

Emelie remained silent. Just as she was about to eavesdrop on their conversation, Wesley noticed her presence and calmly told the person on the other end, "That's all. I'm hanging up."

He ended the call, put the phone down, and walked straight toward Emelie.

His figure grew clearer in her line of sight. When he reached her, he said, "I've been boiling soup for you since the morning. Have a little to tide you over. We'll have dinner together later."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Emelie handed him his coat. "Who were you talking to? You mentioned something about my birthday earlier, didn't you?"

Wesley dodged her question and changed the topic. "Your brother-in-law dropped off a box of things a few days ago. He said they were things from your sister. Since they figured you'd rather come here than go to Baliz, they left the box with me. I'll have someone bring it to you later."

He casually draped his coat over his arm. "Even if Arsen had his plans when he arranged their marriage, it's good that they actually like each other. Anthony Sorrel even learned Cedonian and sign language for Ashlyn. I'm sure they'll be happy together."

Emelie never liked pushing him for answers. Since he didn't want to talk about it, she let it go at that.

She followed his lead. "Ashlyn has suffered a lot over the years. Now, at last, her hardships have paid off." Wesley lowered his eyes and looked at her as he said, "Yes."

They chatted as they walked back into the house. The entrance had three steps. Emelie was the first to go up, with Wesley following behind her.

She had only taken two steps when Wesley suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Emelie froze. Instinctively, she wanted to turn around to see what was wrong with him.

However, Wesley tightened his grip around her waist and refused to let her look back.

There seemed to be a great shift in his emotions at that moment. He buried his head in her neck, and Emelie noticed that his breathing was heavier than usual.

"Wesley, what's wrong?"

Wesley didn't answer. He moved from burying his face in her neck to kissing the area behind her ear gently.

It felt as if his lips were brushing against her skin. Yet there was still a distance as if only his breath was touching her.

Emelie couldn't understand why he was so hesitant. His teasing, neither close nor distant, made her uncomfortable.

Thus, she decided to turn around, wrap her arms around his neck, and tiptoe over to kiss his lips. However, just as they were about to do so, Jodie came out of the house. "Ms. Pierce, you have a phone call... "Jodie was quite startled to see them hugging at the door. "Ms. Pierce!"

It was only then that Wesley snapped back to reality and released Emelie. He said with a faint smile. "Well, we've given the maids something to gossip about."

Emelie felt a little embarrassed as well. She cleared her throat and turned round. "Jodie, is there anything you need?"

Jodie, however, kept her eyes fixed on Wesley. She had a mixed expression on her face.

Wesley seemed to understand why she was staring at him. He met her gaze, but there was cold in his eyes. Jodie lowered her head. "You have a phone call."

Emelie took the call. It was work-related, and she answered it as she walked into the house.

Wesley walked up the stairs as well. At that moment, Jodie couldn't help but ask softly, "Mr. Graham, what were you and Ms. Pierce up to just now?"

Wesley kept his cool. "Do we have to tell you what we're doing?"

Jodie felt uncomfortable and hesitated before saying, "I just don't think it's appropriate, Mr. Graham."

Wesley gave a light chuckle. "What wasn't appropriate?"

Jodie gathered her courage and went on to say, "Given your status, it really wasn't appropriate to do so." The expression on Wesley's face turned cold in an instant. He looked down at Jodie and said gently, "Have I spoiled you all so much that you've forgotten who your master is?"

Both Jodie and Marcel had been on the brink of death when Wesley had rescued them. He had given them food and shelter and taught them skills. They owed him their lives.

Jodie dropped to her knees at once. "That's not what I meant."

Wesley didn't even look at her. "If you know you're wrong, get on your knees by the door."

With that, he turned and walked into the house.

Emelie had just ended her call. As she was about to give Jodie some instructions, Wesley took her hand and led her into the dining room for some soup. "If it's not urgent, leave the work for tomorrow. Let's eat first.

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