Winning Her Heart Back

 The First I've Loved

The sun had begun to rise, and the fog slowly started to dissipate.

William stared at Emelie attentively.

Emelie said, "He's been the one I've loved for many years. You've known that all along, haven't you? How can we possibly be a fake couple?"

Suddenly, William grabbed her hand that was holding the handkerchief. His expression remained calm, but the strength of his grip continued to increase. This showed that he wasn't as indifferent as he seemed.

Emelie tried to struggle, but she couldn't break free. She decided to stop moving and said softly, "Mr. Middleton, this is quite rude of you."

A storm of emotion raged in William's dark eyes. He gripped her hand so tightly that he left red marks and almost crushed it.

Emelie frowned. In the end, William let go of her hand.

He took the handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed. Then, he turned his head away and closed his eyes as if he didn't want to see her anymore.

"I'll have someone send the cleaned handkerchief and the completed property transfer contract to you at the Peninsula Hotel tomorrow, Ms. Pierce," he said.

Emelie smiled faintly. "Thank you, Mr. Middleton."

Just as she was about to turn and leave, William suppressed his cough and said in a hoarse voice, "Ms. Pierce, I don't have your contact details yet. Why don't we add each other so we can keep in touch?"

Emelie laughed in surprise. As she took out her phone, she said, "Mr. Middleton, you've gotten pretty polite, haven't you?"

A word from him could easily bring her detailed information to his desk, and yet he was actually asking her in person to exchange contact details.

William didn't say anything back.

After they exchanged contact details, Emelie said gently, "I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. Mr. Davis, I'll see you this afternoon to discuss the charity event."

Charles waved. "Sure thing!"

William was still standing in the same place after Emelie got into her car and drove off. Although he had stopped coughing, his complexion didn't look good.

Even Charles noticed. "Mr. Middleton, are you all right? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

William squeezed the handkerchief in his hand. "I'm fine."

He was only heartbroken.

Charles looked at the house. "The Pierce family once owned this old house, didn't they?"

William let out a soft sigh. "She seems to think the account book is still hidden in the Pierce Residence, so she wants it back. She set the fire to justify ransacking the place later."

Charles narrowed his eyes. "You mean she still hasn't found the account book?"

William replied indifferently, "If she had the account book, she'd have made a big fuss about it by now.

She doesn't have it. That's why she's trying to intimidate us into making a wrong move."

Charles thought his argument made sense. "I thought it was her doing too, the last time Emmie turned up at the Westward Club. But after investigating, it turned out she had nothing to do with it. You know what? Maybe we've overestimated her. She's not that powerful, after all."

William made no comment on this. Instead, he asked, "Mr. Davis, why are you here so early?"

Charles pointed in a direction. "Emmie lives in the slum over there. I wanted to see what she's really up to.

The slum area was like the countryside. Roads were bumpy, and cars were haphazardly parked. Charles' car couldn't even get through. He had to walk along the muddy and gravelly path until he got to the house where Emmie was staying.

Emmie rented the first floor, and there was a small open space in front of the door. Charles immediately noticed a little girl playing with a toy car in the doorway.

At first, Charles thought she was someone else's child. However, after he closely inspected, she looked familiar.

He paused for a moment, then he walked quickly over to her. He crouched and lifted the girl's chin while examining her face carefully.

The girl looked to be about two years old, and she wasn't afraid of strangers. Instead, she blinked her eyes and smiled at him.

"Unkie," she called out in an unclear pronunciation.

Charles was stunned.

Emmie came out of the house when she heard the noise. "Mia, what are you... Mia!"

When Emmie saw Charles with the child, her face turned pale. She quickly ran over, picked up the child, and tried to flee back into the house.

Charles snapped out of his shock and grabbed Emmie's hand. "Who is she?"

Emmie looked panicked. She struggled helplessly as she held onto the child. "Let me go!"

Charles' voice grew cold. "I'm asking you, who is she?"This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Emmie bit her lip. "She's my daughter. So what? Isn't that allowed? Mr. Davis, just because I was with you for six months doesn't mean I have to be single for life, does it? Am I not allowed to get on with my own

life?"

"Don't give me that nonsense." Charles pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Whose

daughter is she?"

"That is my own business and has nothing to do with you, Mr. Davis," Emmie said.

Charles let out a short, cold laugh before dragging her inside.

The house was tiny. A bed and a set of tables and chairs took up most of the space, and there was very little room to walk.

Charles threw Emmie onto the bed with a flick.