Chapter 322 Not a Whore 
“That’s bullshit!” Emelie snapped. She knew she couldn’t match wits with William 
Forced to explain herself, she pressed on, “Why didn’t refuse with so many people around? 
“If I had embarrassed him in front of everyone, someone like him, someone like you, wouldn’t just let it slide. You’d retallate, wouldn’t you?” 
She understood all too well how these powerful men operated 
They could charm and flatter when it suited them, but cross them and they could barn vindictives 
Hadn’t she learned that lesson from ham? 
Otherwise, why would she have left her sick mother in Capebatt City and fledto Weston? 
Upon hearing Emelte’s explanation, William’s demeanor softened, and his tone eased up 

‘ve covered the tab for this private room tonight. If you need anything–money, connections, a place to stay–Just come to me.” 
Come to him? What exactly did he think their relationship was? 
Emelie held her breath, setting a chance to push him away. But as soon as she managed to create a slight gap between them, he swiftly closed in again, pinning her firmly against 
the wall 
Emelie seethed with anger. “William, your talk is as empty as your promises. Didn’t you fucking swear you wouldn’t bully me? 
William sidestepped. “I footed the hill for your room, and that’s bullying? And where’d you pick up such language? From Charles?” 
“You’re the one mimic lang Charles. That’s right. You’re copying him, aren’t you? Inele accused, voicing her earlier suspicion, and William stayed silent. 
He didn’t deny. He really was imitating Charles. 
Emelie was utterly confused. “Why? Why are you doing this?” she demanded. 
True to form, William evaded a direct answer. 
Fressing his firm body against hers, he lowered his head. 
His voice was rough as he whispered in her ear, “Angel you owe me. When are you going to settle your debe?* 
Each time he called her “angel“, Emelie’s heart clenched painfully, as if struggling to breathe. 
To others, “angel” might signify a lover, petrend, or wife. But to him, it was a manipulative tactic to coerce her into allowing him to proceed further. 

He was just after her body 
Was that what he meant by saying she owed him? Was his recent strange behavior all because she had denied him at Lakeside villa? 
As he pressed against her, Emelie could feel his arousal, But she no longer bought into the Hea that giving in once would make him leave her alone. 
This man was intent on trapping her. 
Emelie drew in a deep breath and spoke, “William, I’m not a whore.” 
“Who said you were he responded softly, brushing his lips against her ear. 
Emelle clenched her fists, Eighting the urge to push him away aggressively. 
Through gritted teeth, she continued, “If that’s not how you see me, then stop treating me this way. 
“I won’t have casual sex. only have intimate relationships with my boyfriend, fiance, oc husband” 
William pased, taking in her words. 
Emelle pressed on, “If you’re going to take a page from Charles and pursue me, then you better take a page from his book on self–restrainttoo 
“Cuttes with all those women–Daphne, Patricia, Elena If you can do that, maybe I’ll consider letting you pursue me.” 
In the dim light, Emeke couldn’t make out William’s expression. 
She avoided looking at his face, dreading the possibility of seeing mockery or disbebel. 
Who was she to demand such a change from him? 
William probably found her audacity laughable, maybe even beleving her illness had worsened, leading to these delusions. 
But none of that mattered now Emelie had spoken her mind. 
William loosened his grip on Emelie, and she took the opportunity to push him away, fix her clothes, and stride back into the private room without looking back 
He didn’t follow, nor did he show up for the rest of the night, 
Later, Emilie figured out how William had suddenly appeared on their tenace–be had been in the adjacent private room. 
The two rooms with garden terraces were connected, separated by a narrow gap, eight stories above the ground. 
William was completely unhinged, crossing over directly. 
It was unfazed by the darkness and the dense follage. After all, he could have tripped and fallen straight down from the eighth floor.