Chapter 28 What If You Were Pregnant It was morning when Emelle next awoke. She moaned in pain, a hangover headache pounding in her head. Just then, a cold voice rang out from beside her. “There is a glass of water on the table to your left.” Emelie wondered if that was William’s voice. Emelie opened her eyes right away. William was sitting in a chair beside her, ankle crossed over a knee as he watched her. “What are you doing here, Mr. Middleton?” Emelle asked. She then realized she was in the hospital. There was even an IV drip attached to her. “What happened to me?” William asked calmly, “Don’t you remember what happened last night?” “I remember getting drunk after having too much to drink and my stomach feeling terrible. But I could’ve just gotten the rest I needed at home. Why did I have to be sent to the hospital?” Emelie responded. She felt uneasy. “Did something else happen to me?” William said with an inscrutable expression, “You had a miscarriage.” Emelie’s heart plunged into icy cold depths. Her face grew even paler as a dull ringing echoed in her ears. She felt empty. Miscarriage.. Emelle had had a miscarriage once. She’d lost it before she even knew what was going on. That was already the most painful thing she endured in her life. How could it happen twice? Emelle looked incredibly ill and frail after hearing what William said. William had never noticed this about her. He shifted his other ankle onto his other leg and finally said, “I was joking. You just had your period.” Emelle took a moment to respond. “What?” “The doctor said you were having menstrual cramps and were losing a lot of blood. The addition of alcohol made things worse. That friend of yours bluffed about you having a miscarriage, so I bluffed with it in turn,” William explained further, which was rare. So Emelie was only in so much pain yesterday because she was having menstrual cramps? Her breathing slowly grew calm. you Emelie hadn’t had her period ever since her last miscarriage, which was two months ago. Her online research told her that the miscarriage might’ve affected her cycle and wasn’t a big issue. Emelie hadn’t given it much thought since she was busy. Who knew it’d suddenly return last night and cause her so much pain, too? Emelie hadn’t realized it last night as she was drunk. Good thing it hadn’t been a miscarriage. 1 were Pregnant William observed her expression. “Feeling glad?” Emelie met his eyes and retorted, “What about you, Mr. Middleton? How did you feel when you thought I had miscarried?” William’s silence made Emelie’s lips quirk up. Her guess was he didn’t feel much. Emelie was once again glad that he didn’t know about her previous miscarriage. The thought of meeting William’s cold, heartless eyes while grieving for her lost child filled Emelie with dread. “I should be able to leave the hospital once the IV drip is finished. You can leave first if you’re busy, Mr. Middleton,” Emelie said politely. William had already planned to leave anyway. He got up and went to the exit, but not before suddenly turning back. “What would you do if you were actually pregnant?” Was there a point in asking Emelie this? If Emelie was pregnant with William’s child, she wasn’t exactly the person who could decide whether she could keep it. William would probably want her to abort the child. Emelie’s smile did not reach her eyes. “Abort it.” William said with a sarcastic tone, “Smart girl.” He then left. Emelie leaned back in the hospital bed, pain spreading throughout her heart. Even breathing was difficult for her right now. William left the hospital, looking cold and emotionless. The driver stopped the car at the entrance and opened the backseat door for William. William looked down, noticing a faint bloodstain on one of the car seats. The driver quickly said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Middleton. I forgot to check the car seats and didn’t notice it was dirty. I’ll get it cleaned once we’re back!” Emelie had bought these car seats. William had already been incredibly annoyed after Mona had used them to agitate Daphne. William said expressionlessly, “Well, how do I sit now?” Those who worked for him knew he was a clean freak. “W–Would you like to sit in the front passenger seat?” the driver suggested. *Do I still need to instruct you to throw away soiled items?” The driver paused for a moment before swiftly taking action. … Read More “Winning CHAPTER 28” »
Category: Winning Her Heart Back
Winning Her Heart Back
When Emelie Hoven was hopelessly in love with William Middleton, she almost ended up losing her life. But to William, she was only someone convenient who he thought couldn’t live without him. And so, she decided to stop loving him. William didn’t like that Emelie was too calm, too rational, and too independent. Later, his wish came true- he got to see her relying on someone and being gentle. He wasn’t the recipient, though.
On the day of Emelie’s wedding, she smiles brightly as she sits on a chair and waits for her groom and his groomsmen to pass the test she and her bridesmaids have set up for them. The atmosphere is lively. Suddenly, William shows up out of nowhere. He gets on one knee before her and holds her hands, looking like he’s almost worshipping her. “Leave him, please. Come with me. You loved me first, didn’t you?”
Chapter 27 Emelle’s Miscarriage The driver knew William’s principles, so the driver silently pressed a button to close the car windows, preventing Mona and Daphne from eavesdropping further. Emelle retracted her hand and said, “I couldn’t trouble you, Mr. Middleton.” William replied just as coldly. “And how much trouble have you caused for me in the past?” Emelie didn’t think she had at all, but right now, she had no energy to argue with William. “Regardless, this is inappropriate for our current relationship.” William scoffed lightly. “What relationship?” Emelie felt exhausted. Daphne didn’t want her to be in William’s presence? Well, so did Emelie herself. Being in the same place as him felt suffocating to Emelle. Emelie said, “I still feel like throwing up, Mr. Middleton. I don’t want to ride in your car anymore. This place isn’t far from where we live, so I can just walk back. Please drop Mona off at our residence if it’s no trouble.” William didn’t know how to sweet talk, and his patience had run thin. “So, are you getting in the car or not? “No, I don’t.” William then returned to his car and told the driver to continue driving. Mona was taken aback. “But Emelie hasn’t gotten in yet!” “She insisted on walking back by herself.” “So you’re just going to let her?” Mona retorted. William glanced at Mona through the rearview mirror, making the latter bite her lip and open the car door. “Then I’m getting off as well.” The moment Mona found her footing on the ground outside, the car drove off immediately. Mona cursed William for abandoning Emelie as soon as he met Daphne. She began calling him a heartless jackass and wished for his bankruptcy. Emelie stayed silent throughout. She could no longer figure out whether the pain she felt was from her stomach or abdomen. The pain was so great that she had nearly hunched into a ball on the ground. “Emelie!” Mona ran over to support Emelie. When she saw how deathly pale Emelie was, she instantly knew something was wrong. Mona thought of getting a taxi to drop them off at the hospital, but would there even be taxis at this hour at night? Mona then opened up her taxi booking app, but there were no local landmarks to pinpoint their location. She was growing more and more anxious, unsure of what to do. Just then, William’s car suddenly turned back. Mona couldn’t waste any more time even though she had just cussed William out. She cried out, “Mr. Middleton! Please save Emelie! She can’t take it anymore!” William sv swiftly got out of the car and lifted Emelie in his arms, placing her in the backseat. Mona got into the front passenger seat, exclaiming, “Hurry up and drive to the hospital!” The car immediately sped up. Emelie was sweating and shivering, nearly unconscious at this point. She leaned weakly against William’s shoulder, hand hooked on his collar. Daphne looked incredibly uneasy. She mumbled, “How much did Emelie drink exactly? Why didn’t she take better care of herself?” William gazed at Emelie, expression inscrutable. All of a sudden, he felt a sticky sensation on his hand. It seemed to have been from carrying Emelie in his arms just now. William’s brows furrowed, and he switched on the light in the car. There was blood staining his hand! William was stunned, and so was Mona, Mona quickly thought of something and blurted out, “Did you miscarry, Emelie?” William froze and quickly looked at Emelie. Emelie had already passed out at this point. The driver immediately pushed his feet further on the pedal, speeding the car to its max. They arrived at the hospital 15 minutes later. William carried Emelle out of the car, swiftly walking into the emergency wing. A nurse pushed a hospital bed over for him to place Emelie in while asking. “What happened to the patient?” “She’s had too much to drink and has an injury on her leg.” William reported. The nurse made note of this. “Anything else?” “She’s had a miscarriage, too.” William finally recalled when this pregnancy might’ve started They’d done it in the conference room in the branch in Vinetown. William hadn’t brought nor worn protection given how impromptu the whole thing was, and so thought Emelie would take care of the rest. After all, William occasionally forewent protection, but Emelie always took Plan B just in case.
Chapter 26 William Cares About Emelle The three women sat in the backseat while William ant in the front passenger seat. Emelie had no choice but to cancel her taxi booking. They had reluctantly accepted Daphne’s offer to drop them off, yet they couldn’t shake off the discomfort during the car ride. Daphne had intended to flaunt her status to Emelie, assuming she would never agree to join their ride. But who knew Daphne’s plan would fail? Daphne couldn’t shake the satisfaction of knowing that Emelle only ended up in their car because she had asked William to offer them a ride. As the car drove on, Daphne snuck a peek at the rearview mirror when she recalled William and Emelie’s relationship. She heaved a small sigh of relief when she saw William wasn’t looking back. Instead, he had his eyes closed, intending to shut everyone out Mona was the first to break the silence in the car. She hated William, but the hatred she had for Daphne was a different level altogether. To Mona, Daphne was the mistress who interfered in Emelie and William’s relationship. So Mona was adamant about showing Daphne who was boss. When Mona noticed the crochet charm hanging from the rearview mirror, she said, “That charm looks familiar, Emelie. Was it the one you made yourself?” Emelie had indeed made the charm, but she wasn’t going to admit it. “I bought it.” Mona immediately exposed her friend. “You made it yourself! I remember you looking through tutorial videos and learning how to make it. Here I was, wondering where you’d hung it upon completion. It turns out to be in this car.” William’s brows furrowed. He opened his eyes and glanced at the charm. Mona wasn’t finished. She patted her seat and said, “I recall that you were the one who bought these seat covers, too. You even asked for my opinion on the colors.” Daphne was looking a little tense. Cars could be said to be one’s second home, so since Emelle had decorated everything in the interior of William’s car, it was equivalent to decorating his “home“. Daphne found the existence of such intimacy. hard to swallow. Mona felt loads better after seeing Daphne uncomfortable. Emelie naturally knew what Móna was thinking. She shot Mona an exasperated glance but said nothing. There wasn’t much to say. Cold sweat was breaking out all over her body even though cold air blasted through the car’s AC vents. Emelie’s leg injury wasn’t hurting as much anymore. But right now, it was, and it was likely due to her fast- paced movements throughout the club earlier. Her stomach felt terrible, too. Emelie felt discomfort all over. Just then, Daphne noticed that the car was bending for her neighborhood. Daphne immediately said, “Why don’t we drop Emelle home first, Mr. Middleton?” Daphine feared that if she were the first to exit the car, something might happen between Emelie and William Though this was unlikely, given Monn and the driver were present, Daphne still felt like dropping Emelie cft first would better show that Daphne was the boss here. The driver turned to look at William just after arriving at Daphne’s neighborhood. William nodded, which made the driver tum and drive back out. Emelie was marveling at how obedient William was. It was a rare sight. She could feel how uneasy Daphne was, too. Emelie snickered internally, finding Daphne silly. But maybe that was just a trait of women in love. As Daphne got to know William better, she realized how accommodating he was to her requests. Emelie’s brows furrowed as her stomach churned violently. Unable to hold back anymore, she patted on the driver’s seat. “Please pull over.” The driver needed William’s permission. When William stayed motionless, Emelie shouted, “Stop the car! I’m going to vomit!” Only then did William speak for the first time throughout this whole car ride. “Pull over.” The driver pulled over to the side of the road. Emelie then ran out of the car and hurled the contents of her stomach out into a nearby trash can. She immediately felt better afterward. Someone handed her a bottle of water. Emelie thought it was Mona and so reached out to take the bottle. But when she accidentally brushed her hand against that person. It dawned on her that the person’s hand was big and more solid. It wasn’t Mona. Emelie turned around to find William standing there. Her eyes shifted before she took the water and rinsed out her mouth. William felt the clamminess of Emelie’s palm when she touched his hand. Under the streetlight, he noticed Emelie’s back was soaked in sweat. Reaching out to grab her arm, he confirmed her clothes were cold to the touch. William said, “Why didn’t you say you were feeling unwell?” Mona and Daphne saw this exchange from where they were in the car. Daphne looked upset. Meanwhile, Mona looked like the cat that ate the canary. “Mr. Middleton cares about Emelie so much!”
Chapter 25 Getting Onto the Wrong Car After the agreement was signed, Emelte grabbed the papere with one hand white helping Mona walk out of the room with the other. The latter was nearly unable to walk straight anymore. Troy looked around in the hallway but didn’t spot William anywhere. He scratched his head and asked Emelie, “Are you two alright?” “Yes. Thank you, Mr. Spencer,” Emelle said earnestly. Though she could’ve still drunk those last two shots, they would certainly have made her stomach feel incredibly upset, so Troy’s help was indeed timely This was the first time Troy had been looked at so camnently by Emelia, no he felt somewhat shy. He grinned and said, “It’s no big deal. Just make sure you seriously consider working for me, yeah?” Emelie assured him that she would. After refusing Troy’s offer to drop her and Mona home, Emelle led Mona outside. Troy returned to his room after feeling the satisfaction of being appreciated. When he spotted William sitting back in his seat, Troy grumbled, “Why did you shove me just now?” William shot him a flat look. Troy then chuckled, “But it’s all good. I got to be the knight in shining armor. Ms. Hoven even thanked me and said she’d seriously consider working for me.” Jayden glanced at William, already guessing what had happened. A server walked over to William and said, “Mr. Middleton, your driver has arrived.” Emelie,and Mona were leaning against one another outside the Westward Club, waiting for their taxi. Suddenly, Mona burst into tears. “I’m so sorry, Emelle! I’m so sorry for dragging you into this!” “Yes, it is your fault, so you better buy me dinner once you get your commission for this contract,” Emelie said with a smile. Mona obviously agreed to this. Both of them felt terrible after having drunk so much. They were eager to go back home and rest. Mona asked with a pale face, “What’s the car plate of the taxi you booked, Emelie?” Emelie checked her phone. “429.” She then paused. Those numbers… Mona’s eyes widened suddenly, and she stumbled over. “Here it is!” But Emelie’s phone said their taxi was still two miles away. She looked up just in time to see Mona opening the backseat door of a black Cayenne nearby. Emelie’s eyes widened before she ran over in a hurry. “That’s not our ride!” But it was too late. They came face to face with the woman sitting in the backseat of the car–Daphne This was William’s car Emelie had realized their booked taxi’s car plate number was the same as William’s, only its alphabets were different. Who knew such a mix–up would happen? “What are you doing?” William walked over, his cold voice ringing out from behind them. Emelie immediately grabbed Mona and coughed awkwardly. “Sorry, we mistook your car for another.” William gazed at her, noting how flushed her cheeks were now that she was drunk, especially without makeup. Daphne’s eyes twinkled, and she suddenly suggested, “I didn’t have a chance to talk to Emelie earlier. Since they’re leaving, why don’t we drop them home, Mr. Middleton?” Emelie looked at Daphne, not trusting that the latter was doing this out of kindness. The way Daphne spoke sounded too firm. It was as if Daphne was trying to show Emelie that she was so special to William that he would permit anything she asked. Emelie said lightly. “No, thank you. Our taxi is about to arrive.” Through her blurry vision, Mona recognized William and immediately deduced that the woman beside him must be Daphne and that she was the one who had framed Emelie. Already angry with them, the influence of alcohol only strengthened her resolve. She sat right into the backseat of the car, saying, “Sure. Thanks for the offer!” Emelie quickly grabbed Mona. “Our ride is about to arrive.” But Mona tugged at Emelie. “Get in! How could we forsake Mr. Middleton and Ms. Bowen’s kind gesture?” William grew impatient with Mona and Emelie’s little argument. He snapped, “Either get in the car or get out. Don’t waste my time.” The instant Emelie stopped resisting, Mona dragged her into th
Chapter 24 Refusing to Use His Name Emelie said, “It’s not worth a lot, really. I just think this logic to simple enough, so none of you should have any trouble understanding it. A partnership between two companies is based on mutual profit. If things escalate and the collaboration in called off, neither Mona’s company nor yours would benefit, right?” Emelle was right. Companies could only collaborate when both parties had something to gain from it. There was no such thing as one gaining more than the other. But man were terrible and often enjoyed using such agreements to torture young women and take advantage. Still, there was no such thing as not signing the agreement if they couldn’t take advantage. One of the men sitting around the table observed Emelle before saying, “I think I’ve seen you before. You are Mr. Middleton’s secretary, right?” Another man’s expression fell. “Which Middleton?” “The CEO of Cloudex Corporation, of course. Everyone else’s gazes changed in an instant as they looked at Emelle. They weren’t as hostile as they were earlier. The man in the lead was no longer set on tormenting Emelie and Mona anymore, but letting them go just like that would be a hit to his pride. Since Emelie suggested toasting them, he said, “Alright. You can take her back, but only after you toast to everyone in this room!” There were eight men in the private room. That meant eight shots to drink, Mona stood up shakily, looking quite ill. She wasn’t in the best state anymore. “Okay… I–I’ll drink…” Emelie grabbed Mona to stop the latter. Then, she held up Mona’s wine glass. “I’ll drink for Mona. Once I finish drinking, your company’s partnership with Mona’s company takes effect. How does that sound?” “Sure. If you toast to each of us, we’ll sign the contract!” So Emelie toasted to all the men, one by one, before downing each shot of alcohol. Mona felt upset witnessing her friend’s actions, but she understood that if Emelie hadn’t intervened, they might have. remained trapped in the room. That was the law of things here, after all. By the time Emelie made it to the fifth person, she was already stumbling. Her alcohol tolerance was usually pretty good. But if it weren’t for those three drinks she had in Troy’s room, she wouldn’t have ended up in such a state. Emelie held onto the table and walked over to the sixth man. She forced a smile and said, “May you earn lots, and your partnership be merry!” She then downed the shot of liquor before coughing. Outside the door, Troy asked William, “Will, why is Ms. Hoven such a woman of her word? Wouldn’t she pass out by the time she finished the eighth shot of wine?” William said coldly. “She did this to herself.” Emelle could’ve entiroly admitted to that man that she was William’s secretary earlier or even pointed out that William and his friends were in the room nearby. William was sure these ruffians would have Immediately granted Emelie and her friend permission to leave.. Since Emelle chose not to use William’s name to help herself, she was responsible for the consequences of her actions. Meanwhile, Troy suddenly found William Incredibly harsh. Why did William come over in the first place if he felt this way about Emelle? The client said in a peculiar tone, “You have two more shots.” The Instant Emelie began drinking the seventh shot, she began coughing violently. Troy scoffed and barged into the room, determined to put an end to those clients‘ antics once and for all. “Fuck me!” The men in the room were shocked by Troy’s sudden intrusion. Some of them recognized him. “Mr. Spencer?” Emelie spotted a familiar figure standing outside the door. When Troy stabilized himself, he cleared his throat and went over to snatch the shot glass in Emelie’s hand away from her. “That’s enough from all of you. What kind of men are you to be pushing two women around, huh? How many more shots do you want her to drink? If you like drinking so much, come to our room and drink with us!” Troy scowled. Troy was famous in his circle and known for having good relations with people like William and Jayden. So, since Troy had come to Emelie’s defense, who would force her to continue drinking? Troy was about to leave with Emelie when Emelie said to Mona’s clients, “What about the agreement?” “We’ll sign it right away!”
Chapter 23 Inscrutable Expression Emelle downed all three shots in one go. She then said with a smile, “There. May luck lead your way, Mr. Spencer. I really am occupied tonight, so I won’t be able to join. Apologies.” Emelie then turned and left while William watched on darkly. Emelle’s swift reaction and departure left Troy’s friends with insufficient time to react and prevent her from leaving. They grumbled to themselves after Emelie left, saying she was no fun. However, that was just as Emelle had intended. Emelie was already trapped in a situation where her only means of leaving the room was by drinking the alcohol, just three shots. It seemed like a simple solution to her immediate problem and would allow her to continue searching for Mona. So why hesitate? However, Emelie knew that while rebellion was an option, relying too heavily on it would only entertain Troy’s friends without truly advancing her cause. Emelie didn’t want to think about how William had intended for her to drink those shots. Meanwhile, William had extinguished his cigarette after Emelie left. He glanced at the people who were drinking, which made the latter few ask, “What is it, Will?” Jayden piped up, “One can get drunk very easily once one drinks different kinds of liquor. Why don’t you check up on Emelie? After all, this is a pretty shady place.” Daphne tightened her grip around William’s hand and forced out a smile. “Emelie has really good alcohol tolerance, so she should be fine. But she did appear to be in a hurry to find whoever she was looking for. Why don’t you see if she needs help, Mr. Middleton?” “Are you sleepy yet? Need me to drive you home?” William responded instead. Daphne leaned against his shoulder, saying, “Not at all. I’ll keep you company.” Troy was more clear–minded and now thought “I’ll check on her then.” den had a point. He was concerned for Emelie’s safety. Emelie called Mona’s number when Mona didn’t write her a response over text. There was a dial tone, but no one picked up. The light in the hallway was dim, and the scent of tobacco and perfumes smelled awful together. Emelie’s stomach churned uncomfortably with the heavy smells in addition to the drinks she’d downed earlier. As she grew anxious, she began dry heaving. As the door to the private room beside her opened and a few people walked out, Emelie stumbled into them. The man who she bumped into held her steady. Emelie quickly pulled away and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” The man was silent for a moment before saying, “It’s alright.” Emelie was about to look up when her phone call suddenly went through. Mona could be heard saying.” Chapter Inscrutable Expression Emelie, I’m on the third floor…” 고고 However, Emelie couldn’t hear what was being said after that. But there seemed to be more than one man speaking in the background. Emelle immediately ran upstairs. The man whom she had bumped into watched her as she ran off, his emotions unreadable. But soon, two figures ran past the man’s vision. One of them made the man’s eyes narrow. “Mona, which room are you in?” Emelie asked over the phone. But Mona didn’t respond anymore, which made Emelie feel very uneasy. Emelie reached a point where she no longer cared. She boldly opened every door to the private rooms on the third floor until she finally found where Mona was. To her dismay, she discovered Mona being coerced into drinking wine by two men. Mona looked to be in terrible agony. Emelie instantly went over to shove the two men away, making them cuss, “Who the fuck are you?” Emelie stood defensively in front of Mona and glanced at the table as well as the men in the room. She said calmly, “I don’t think it’s very appropriate to force a woman to drink so much, no?” The men saw how gorgeous she was and said teasingly, “We’re just having a business meeting. Who doesn’t drink during one of these?” Emelie had grown very experienced and wise in such matters after so many years of being William’s secretary in Cloudex Corporation, so she knew she couldn’t fight fire with fire. “Some drinks are needed when talking about business.” Emelie took Mona’s wine glass and continued, ” But drinking too much is terrible for the body. I’m sure all of you will feel the same after waking up tomorrow as well. Why don’t I toast to each of you on behalf of Mona here and call it a night?” The men chuckled unpleasantly.
Chapter 22 Have A Drink Emelie flinched as Troy grabbed her and spun her around to face him. His eyes sparkled with happiness. Troy said, “I was wondering why the music from your end sounded so familiar. You lied to me!” Emelle stayed silent. Mona was meeting some clients here and had texted Emelle that she was getting drunk. Mona then requested Emelie to come and get her. Mona rarely asked Emelie for help, so Emelie rushed over instantly, worried something might’ve happened to Mona. But Mona hadn’t informed Emelie of the room she was in, so Emelie remained unaware. She’d been waiting for Mona’s response when Troy gave her a call. Emelle hadn’t been in the mood to explain things to Troy, so she lied about there being guests at home. Who knew, Emelie pursed her lips and said truthfully, “I’m waiting for a friend, Mr. Spencer.” But because she’d lied about tending to relatives earlier, Troy no longer believed her. He insistently dragged her into the Westward Club. Emelie couldn’t wrestle away no matter what. “Aw, we’re all friends here tonight. There are no outsiders. Why are you so shy? We’re not going to mess with you. Will is here too!” Troy said. Emelie remained silent. Troy really was inconsiderate. No normal person would forcefully make her join a party where William was present. Though they didn’t take Emelie’s relationship with William seriously, they still knew they had something together and were now separated. Not to mention, William even brought Daphne along tonight. Daphne sat obediently beside William in a white dress, a stark contrast to the depraved scene around her. It made her seem more dependent on William. Daphne’s eyes met Emelie’s, and the former quickly held William’s hand tighter. Emelle was ready to let go of William and Daphne, yet disentangling herself from their relationships proved difficult. She still had to go through the motions. That was why seeing Daphne sitting beside William right now reminded Emelie of her first time meeting William’s friends. At that time, Emelie had been with William for three months and was incredibly in love with him. It was Troy who’d opened the door for them when William brought her to the club. Troy had been taken aback for a moment before he yelled to all his other friends, “Guys, Will brought his girlfriend over!” Emelie had stopped in her tracks while William entered the room without waiting for her. Emelie remembered feeling incredibly happy, thinking William had made their relationship official by bringing him to meet his friends. Chapter 22 Have A Drink Yet after William entered the room and sat down, he responded to Troy, “She’s not my girlfriend.” At the same time, William had patted the spot beside him. “Come sit.” Emelle’s joy disappeared in an instant. Troy had said “Oh” and, “Not your girlfriend? That’s no fun then.” None of William’s other friends had turned to Emelie then. Emelie had felt embarrassed at the time. William had denied that Emelie was his girlfriend yet behaved so intimately with her. It clearly conveyed that their relationship was purely transactional, with sex being the only currency involved. It made Emelle no different from the women who tended to the men in the room and filled their glasses with wine. So now that William had brought Daphne over, Emelie was curious how William Introduced her to his friends. Of course, this curiosity quickly died down as Emelie was more concerned about Mona. “I really am waiting for my friend, Mr. Spencer. I haven’t found her yet, so I’ll be off now,” Emelie said. Troy was starting to look unhappy from being refused so many times. He didn’t usually meet people who didn’t feed his ego as he liked. Troy took his wine glass. “Have a drink before you leave then. I’m sure that would be the least you could do for my big day, right?” His friends eyed William. When they saw how motionless he was, they ignored how Troy was pressuring Emelie and said with a smile, “One drink isn’t enough. All of us drank at least three shots to help Troy get rid of his bad luck.” They then poured three shots of alcohol, all different colors. “You must drink since you’re here. Everyone here besides Daphne has already downed all their drinks.” They said Daphne’s name so naturally. It became clear to Emelie that this wasn’t the first time Daphne had joined their gatherings. William must’ve introduced Daphne to his friends more than once while Emelie was away in Vinetown for two months. Troy must’ve already gotten hyped up while partying. “Exactly! Only Daphne isn’t drinking … Read More “Winning CHAPTER 22” »
Chapter 21 Wrapped Around His Finger If Emelie responded to William, the conversation would spiral out weirdly. It wasn’t like Emelie had to answer him in the first place. As such, she switched the topic. “Mr. Spencer and Mr. Feyd should be fine now that Mr. Glearnfield. stepped in. I’ll be off now.” Her tone was so flat it felt like she was talking to a stranger. William watched her take a couple of steps forward before saying, “Haven’t you forgotten what happened? It’s only been a week.” Emelie stopped, understanding William’s perspective in an instant. He must’ve thought that Emelie had only thrown a tantrum the other day because she was accused of something she didn’t do at the hospital. Now that things were over, it was time for Emelie to compose herself. In a all honesty, Emelie did find that she’d overreacted the other day. Her act of recklessly venting out all her grievances to William must’ve made her look like a clown to him. But Emelie had nothing to say to William. She’d already resigned, so there was nothing more between them. She didn’t need to appease him like she used to, Emelie continued walking away without another word. William watched her limping away, expression growing colder. Jayden soon exited the police station with Feyd in one arm and Troy in the other, snapping at them. “Are you two still kids? How could you both get arrested by the police because of a fight? Do you two need your parents to teach you a lesson?” Feyd pleaded, “I’m really grateful for your help, Mr. Gleamfield. Please don’t tell my dad what happened. here, or he’ll hit me!” “Oh, I can keep quiet. But you best think twice before taking action in the future. The both of you grew up knowing one another, so did things really have to end with violence?’ Jayden scowled. The Gleamfield family had a proper and well–mannered background, so they were best qualified to use such a tone. “I know, I know.” Feyd looked around, but Emelie was nowhere to be found. However, he didn’t dare question why. Instead, Feyd scratched his head and quickly left. Troy ran down the steps and asked William, “Where’s Emelie, Will? Has she left? I wanted to thank her in person for helping me get you guys to come here. If my father finds out about this, he’s bound to cancel my credit card again!” When William stayed silent, Troy continued blabbering, “Goddamn it! It’s my first time getting dragged to the police station. Who knows who reported me?” He then excitedly said, “Why don’t we go party at Lyle’s bar and get rid of all these bad vibes?” Jayden smacked Troy’s head. “You’re already thinking of partying right after being balled? Go home and reflect on your actions!” Troy obediently did as Jayden told and left the scene. Jayden then went up to William and asked, “Did you ask Ms. Hoven to continue working for you?” William walked to their car. “She can rest for a few more days until her injury has healed.” Jayden realized that William wasn’t upset about Emelie’s Injury preventing her from working. Instead, William assumed that Emelie would return to work once she recovered from her injury. William always had Emelie wrapped around his finger. Jayden really didn’t know what to say on the matter. Troy wasn’t someone who could stay serious for more than a few days. He reflected on his actions for three days before calling all his friends to the Westward Club. His so–called “turning over a new leaf” was just an excuse to gather everyone and have fun. He didn’t even know what that phrase actually meant While they were partying. Troy gave Emelie a call. “We’re at Westward Club, Emelie. Why don’t you come over? We’re clearing the air from what happened the other day at the police station. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to be bailed out! You deserve the credit, so you must join us!” Troy said. Emelie didn’t need to guess who might be at the party with Troy. William might not be there, but all his other friends must be. Emelie didn’t want to mingle in a circle that was not hers, so she refused Troy’s offer. “Apologies, Mr. Spencer, but my relatives are paying me a visit. I need to tend to them instead and can’t leave home. Plus, all I did the other day was give Mr. Gleamfield a phone call. If you want to thank someone, thank him.” “No, wait a minute.” Troy walked outside the club while covering his other ear. “Are you actually at home? Why does the noise from where you are sound so familiar?” Emelie didn’t waste any more time. “I’ll be hanging up now if there’s nothing else, Mr. Spencer.” “W–Wait a minute!” Troy ran over to the Westward Club’s entrance and looked around. His eyes brightened when he spotted a familiar figure standing by the road. Troy then ran over and grabbed her arm. “Emelie!”
Chapter 20 Fighting Over You Emelle immediately played mediator. “Are you here for dinner too, Mr. Feyd? Their mushroom soup is pretty good. You should try it out later. As for what we talked about the other day… I’m still considering it. I’ll let you know my decision once I’ve made it.” Feyd was considerate of Emelie’s pride. He glanced at Troy before saying to Emelle, “I’ll try the soup then. Tawait your response.” Feyd then led his female colleague to another table to dine. Emelie turned to Troy, who hurriedly said, “Don’t think about him, Emelle. Think about me. I’m being genuine here.” “Genuine about what?” Emelie asked. “Genuine about hiring you as my secretary! I don’t know anything, so how could I manage my father’s company well? I need you more than anyone else!” Troy said earnestly. “Don’t worry. I’m the kind of boss who just pays you and never micromanages. You’ll be in charge of everything if you work for me!” Emelie was originally angry over what Troy said earlier, but now his personality just seemed funny to her. She then told him she’d consider his offer. That made Troy immensely happy. He insisted on taking a picture with Emelie before posting it on his social media. The caption he used was like Feyd’s–stating that he was about to find luck in his career and romance. Emelie only had Troy’s phone number and not his social media handle, so she naturally didn’t know he’d posted such a thing. Jayden saw the post while scrolling through his phone before showing it to William. William only looked at it expressionlessly. After dinner, Troy insisted on sending Emelie home. Emelie had no time to refuse before Troy ran over excitedly to his car in the parking lot. So Emelie had no choice but to wait for him outside the restaurant. But Troy never showed up even after 15 minutes had passed. Emelie was about to call his number when a police car drove to the parking lot. Emelie looked on, confused, before heading over to the parking lot. She then saw Feyd and Troy, both covered in cuts and bruises, being dragged by the police to the police car. They had been charged with assaulting one another. Emelie was at a loss for words/ “Ms. Hoven! Get Will to come bail me out!” Troy yelled when he saw Emelie. “What bail? Stay put!” the police officer snapped. Emelie watched on silently. Feyd called out as well, “Ms. Hoven! Please ball me out! I can’t let my father know about this Emelle remained silent. As much as she didn’t want to step foot in this matter, she didn’t want to be held accountable as the source of Feyd and Troy’s fight. The two had likely fought over her. The tension. between them had been apparent earlier In the restaurant. If their parents found out that their sons had gotten into a fight with another man all because of a woman and got detained at the police station for it, they would hunt her down right away. They’d probably make her leave Capebatt City or something. Emelie had witnessed countless rich and powerful people in her three years of working with William. They always did as they pleased. That was why Emelle needed to fix the problem before it escalated further. In the end, Emelie gave Jayden a call. She had all the numbers of William’s friends. After all, she used to be responsible for managing activities and plans in his daily life. Emelie opted to call Jayden because he was the only one amongst William’s friends that she thought was righteous enough. Emelie deduced this fact based on how Jayden had been dating his girlfriend since high school until now. Emelie didn’t expect William to show up with Jayden at the police station, however. She hesitated before approaching Jayden for a greeting, all because she noticed William stepping out of the car alongside him. Both men were casually dressed. William’s gaze was typically neutral and unreadable when he saw Emelie. Emelie didn’t care to figure him out. She greeted Jayden and only Jayden. “Mr. Gleamfield.” Jayden hurried over. “Why don’t you just stay out here, Ms. Hoven? Your leg is still injured, after all. I’ll handle things with the police.” The station entrance had many stairs, so it would be difficult for Emelie to climb them. Emelie nodded gratefully before hesitantly saying, “Mr. Spencer got into a fight with Feyd Ryder. He should be bailable as well.” She took out her bank card and said, “You can use this to pay for the bail. My password is all the number 8.” Jayden cocked an eyebrow and pushed Emelie’s card back to her. “I’ll take care of it.” He then went up the stairs and into the police station. William didn’t appear to want to follow Jayden. He coldly told Emelie, “First, you help Troy get Jayden over here, then you help bail Feyd
Chapter 19 You Can Try William said coldly, “You don’t just think it’s a pity. You even think I’ve wronged her. Haven’t you always thought we’d end up married?” Aside from William’s parents, Jayden had asked him when he planned to marry Emelie before. Jayden said pointedly. “Ms. Hoven is an exceptionally attractive young woman. Now that you’ve set her free, countless people have set their eyes on her. I’m just worried you might regret things in the future. Ms. Hoven could very well be swept away by someone else by then.” William said lightly, “She won’t.” “She won’t be with someone else? Are you that certain?” William scrutinized Jayden briefly before saying. “You can try your luck if you’re interested.” “You fucker,” Jayden scoffed before making his horse trot ahead. But he did understand why William was so confident. After all, Emelie had been too obedient to William’s bidding for the past three years. William was all that mattered to Emelie. She even spent her free time around him, rarely having any personal space to herself. No wonder William was so confident no one else would snatch Emelie away and that she’d always do as he bid. William probably only thought Emelie was throwing a tantrum out of jealousy due to the presence of Daphne. But that possibility wasn’t impossible. Maybe that was what Emelie was trying to do. After all, the lover Emelie had for William was so apparent that only a blind man would be oblivious to it. Regardless of what William might think, there really were a lot of people setting their sights on Amelie. After they disbanded, Troy sought Jayden to get Emelie’s phone number. Troy was a playboy and naturally flocked to beautiful women. He had long set his es on Emelie but never made a move because of William. Now that their relationship had ended, Troy was eager to try and seduce her. Troy wasn’t fussy about not pursuing women who’d been with his friends. It wasn’t like Emelie actually dated William anyway. Heck, gangbangs were a thing. What more a relationship such as theirs? Jayden didn’t give Troy Emelie’s number, but Troy still found a way to obtain it. He immediately dialed the number. Emelie answered softly, “Who is this?” Troy shivered from the wave of delight at the sound of her voice. “Ms. Hoven!” Emelie’s brows furrowed slightly. “Yes?” “I’m Troy Spencer. Do you remember me?” Emelie recalled who he was. Troy was William’s friend. “Hi there, Mr. Spencer.” Those 19 YOGNA TYY “I heard you’re changing jobs, and I happen to require a secretary, so why don’t you come and work for me? I’ll pay you double!” “What do you work as?” “Well, I’m about to take over my father’s company. Argh! It’s difficult to explain over the call. Troy swiftly Invited her out, “Why don’t we have dinner tonight? My treat.” Emelie didn’t want to. “Thank you, Mr. Spencer, but I’m still busy and won’t be able to join you.” “Where are you exactly? I can pick you up, and we can head right to dinner. It’s not inconvenient for me at all. You need to eat regardless of how busy you are, right? Troy asked. He wasn’t receptive to social cues or polite refusals. He was always incredibly persistent. Emelie didn’t want to offend Troy, so she said, “I’m near Bohr Tower.” “I’ll come over right away!” Emelie had gotten a checkup at a hospital near Bohr Tower. Troy soon drove over in his especially extravagant–looking Ferrari. Troy retracted the Ferrari’s roof and took his shades off while whistling at Emelie. He was the spitting image of a wealthy millennial heir. They went to a restaurant for dinner. When the server handed them their menus, Troy handed his to Emelie and said, “Why don’t you order for us?” Emelie didn’t shy away from the offer and took the menu. “Is there anything you’re not fond of eating. Mr. Spencer?” “Nah. Order away.” Troy’s eyes were glinting as he looked at Emelie. Only God knew how captivated he was by her when he first met her, not only was Emelie gorgeous, but she even had a naturally voluptuous body!. But because William had been by Emelie’s side before, Troy hadn’t dared approach her and instead spent the whole night sneaking looks at her. Now Troy was going to use his chance to win Emelie over! So after Emelie finished ordering, Troy said eagerly, “Why don’t you join me, Emelie? I’ll pay you however much you want!” Emelie was taken aback for a moment before her expression grew cold. She was about to ask Troy what he meant when a man and woman stopped by their table. … Read More “Winning CHAPTER 19” »