Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321 Scream Then 

Emelie’s phone ring at the perfect moment 

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She glanced at the screen and flashed an apologetic amile. “It’s Mr. Swanson,” she said. “Probably something important. I’ll step out to take this. Feel free to start without me.” The group let out disappointed groans, but Emelie brushed it oft she swiftly opened the terrace’s glass door and slipped outside. 

Watching herlewe, Charles picked up a glass of wine and took a sip. His expression was inscrutable. 

Erbsence her phone’s alarm as soon as she stepped outside. Her expression turned somber. 

After tonight, she resolved to have a serious chat with Charles, making it clear once more that his antics were unacceptable. 

While a bit of playfulness was fine, she couldn’t abide by this kind of esercion. 

The terrace was large and filled with plants. Soth floor lamps cast agentle, moody light, lending an intimate ambiance. 

Emeke had no intention of rushing back to the private room, She planned to enjoy the outdoor space for at least another half hour. 

She strolled aimlessly through the garden, pondering whether to give her mom call 

Geeta hadn’t been recovering well since her major surgery, likely due to her agr. 

She had become noticeably slower and more withdrawn. Sometimes, it took her ages to respond to anything. 

Despite consulting doctors, they were left with no clear answers, just the recommendation to spend more time with her. 

Emelle commuted to Weston for work, a no–hour train ride from Capehart City. It wasn’t a daily jant, so weekends were when she could visit, staying connected through phone calls during the week. 

Just as Emelie dialed the number and waited for it to connect, someone suddenly rushed up behind her and pushed her into comer 

Completely caught off guard, Emelie dropped her phone. The call disconnected 

Herback met the chill of the wall sending a shiver through her. 

“Charles, what the hell” she exclaimed 

The terrace was already dimly lit, the corner darker still. In her panic, Emelle struggled to discem the man’s face clearly, but she knew it was a man. Her gut instinct pointed to the 

vit unpredictable Charles. 

The man let out a scott. 

It was a voice Emelie recognized, but it wasn’t Charles 

“What? Are you two getting physical now?” William taunted. 

Emelie’s eyes widened in disbellet. “William? What are you doing here?” 

This was their phate room. She wondered how he had managed to get in 

Will 

didn’t bother with answers as he preferred questions. He backed Emelie into a corner, enclosing her with solid walls on three sides while he stood squarely in front, blocking any escape. 

Their proximity was uncomfortably close, their chests almost touching. 

“Why didn’t you shut those people down when they started teasing you? William interrogated, histone accusatory. 

*You made it pretty clear you burned down before changed your mind? Got a soft spot for him now, huh?” 

Emelle couldn’t understand how he knew about her rejection of Charles. He seemed to know everything. 

Emelie was thrown into a whirlwind of confusion and fear. Her mind was racing with concern that her coworkers might suddenly walk in and dread Willian’s unseling proximity. 

“Wiliam! Getaway from me!” Her voice quivered with tension. 

Instead of moving, William wedged a leg between hers