Winning Her Heart Back

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Joking

The tea was ready. The scent of green tea, with its subtle bitterness, filled the air.

William lifted his teacup but didn't drink. Instead, he stared at his tea, lost in thought. The thin porcelain couldn't shield him from the heat, and his fingertips started reddening.

Jayden tapped the table twice. "William?"

William set down his teacup and said in a low voice, "ed to go to Faldoria. Arrange it."

It was past three in the morning when Emelie and Wesley left the hospital.

Emelie was in a good mood and brimming with energy after receiving good news from Shane. Instead of rushing straight to the car, she suggested a walk through the deserted

streets.

Of course, Wesley accompanied her, with their driver following slowly behind.

Emelie felt the breeze on her face and walked backward. Her hands were clasped behind her back as she traced the white line on the road with her steps. There weren't many cars on the road at this hour, so she was safe.

Her gaze fell on Wesley. He had put on a long coat over his suit for warmth after they left the banquet. There was an undeniable Faldorian elegance and charm about him, probably because he had lived in Faldoria for some time.

"Where's your luggage?" she asked.

"At the hotel," Wesley replied.

"Which hotel?" she asked.

Wesley raised an eyebrow and answered, "The same one you're staying at, of course."

He thought it was obvious.

"I see." Emelie chuckled. "I forgot to mention that I'm not staying at a hotel anymore. I'm staying at home, so you'll be alone at the hotel."

Wesley smiled, assuming she meant the house in Alderbrook. "I should visit your foster parents' graves then."

"It's not Alderbrook," Emelie replied. "Remember when I got the old house of the Pierce family back from William earlier this year? I've had it renovated, and I just moved in today."

Wesley paused momentarily before resuming his normal pace.

"So, that's where home is now," he said.

Emelie didn't notice anything amiss. "Don't worry, I've prepared a room for you. You can

have your luggage moved there from the hotel."

Wesley offered a small smile.

"Thank you, but don't forget, I'm from Capebatt City too. I could always go home," he said, referring to the Graham Residence.

Emelie realized she had forgotten about this.

She hadn't seen Wesley contact Norman much in the past three years. Or perhaps she hadn't paid attention, as she spent most of her time in Baliz instead of Mercianna.

She had forgotten that he was not only the heir to the Filo Group, but also Norman's son.

"That's true," she acknowledged.

Emelie turned around to continue strolling. Now, her back was facing Wesley.

Wesley caught up to her. He walked beside her and asked gently, "What's wrong? Did I upset you?"

"Am I that difficult to deal with?" she replied, puzzled. "You've been resistant to the idea of staying at the Pierce Residence ever since I brought it up."

He was willing to stay with her at a hotel but not at her family's old house. She couldn't figure out the reason for his aversion.

Wesley met her curious gaze and said with a chuckle, "I was waiting for you to ask me to go home with you. Seems like my plan failed."

Emelie was confused. Was he saying he was willing to stay at the old house with her after all? That he was just joking when he refused her earlier?