Winning Her Heart Back



Lack of Love

Emmie fell for him very quickly. Charles was her first man and her first love. She had naively fantasized about their future, from wedding dresses to growing old together.

However, it lasted only six months, just half a year.

She later realized that the only reason the rich and wealthy Charles had ever put effort into their relationship was because her name sounded like another person's.

When he got bored of her, he started seeing other women and believed her to be unfaithful based on a baseless accusation from another woman. It was only natural that he ended their relationship.

What she had thought was true love turned out to be a lie. Only God knew how she survived those hellish days.

A flicker of hatred crossed Emmie's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Charles was sleeping heavily, and even after she called his name a few times, he didn't wake. She had no choice but to gently shake his shoulder.

"Charles? Charles," she said.

Charles, who had been peacefully sleeping, suddenly grabbed her wrist. Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms.

Emmie instinctively struggled. "Let go of me!"

Charles said hoarsely, "Let me hold you for a moment."

For some reason, despite her initial strong aversion, Emmie found herself momentarily disoriented by his tone of voice. She clung to his shirt and stopped resisting.

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He spoke softly, "Believe it or not, I'm not seeing you as anyone else's substitute right now. I know exactly who you are."

Emmie's throat constricted.

Charles chuckled softly. "But I'll admit, I don't like you that much. After all, we only shared six months together. If I said now that I'm madly in love with you, you wouldn't believe it."

Emmie didn't respond. She lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

He continued, "I feel more guilt towards you. Back then, I carelessly hurt you. You gave birth to Mia, and I'm grateful for that. Finally, there's someone in this world connected to me by blood."

Charles was a sentimental person, but he lacked love. It was truly ironic.

Charles said softly, "No matter what happens in the future, you and Mia are the most

important to me. If I have a future, I will do everything that I can to provide the best life for both of you."

Emmie felt that Charles seemed to have a premonition of his dire situation. She remained silent, afraid of revealing any cracks in her facade.

Charles held her for a while longer before releasing her. "That's all I wanted to say."

Emmie got up from him, but she couldn't tear her gaze away.

Charles sat up and traced the red birthmark on her forehead. He suddenly regretted his earlier words. He actually liked her a lot. However, he didn't say that out loud.

Instead, he smiled and asked, "Is it time to eat now?"

"Yes." Emmie avoided his hand and headed toward the dining room.

She cooked a simple, comforting dinner with three dishes and a soup, all easy-to-make homestyle recipes BBQ chicken, macaroni and cheese, green beans with bacon, and a chicken noodle soup.

Charles hadn't had a proper meal in a while and hadn't felt much appetite, but seeing the food made him hungry.

When Emmie had eaten her fill, Charles finished the remaining food. After the meal, he made a banana split and handed some to Emmie.

"I remember you mentioned that your parents are still around. Why haven't you talked about them?" he asked.

Sharing a banana split had an unpleasant connotation, as it could be interpreted as a pun on "splitting up."

After she ate it silently, she responded calmly, "When I decided to have Mia, they cut ties with me."

Charles said, "Parents can be stubborn but soft-hearted. It's been a while, so they must have calmed down. In the future, you should take Mia and go back to them."

Emmie looked up. "In what future?"