Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458 Wesley 

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Emelie paused for a moment and then turned to look at him. 

It was a cloudy day. Dark clouds obscured the spring sun, casting the entire city in a dull gray. Rain was falling somewhere in the distance. The air carried a moist scent, mixed with hints of green grass or perhaps pine, weaving its way into her nostrils. 

A man stood about two to three feet away. He was tall, standing at about 189 meters tall. It was impossible to ignore him, with his commanding presence. 

Moreover, he possessed a charisma that drew her in Once her gaze fell upon him, it couldn’t stray elsewhere 

He wore a brown collared suit. The suit looked more casual and relaxed, without the formality and imposing feel of a traditional suit. There was only one button at his waist, which showed off his slim waist and broad shoulders even more. 

Underneath, his white shirt was of an unconventional style, with the right lapel pressing over the left one in a manner reminiscent of foreign elements. His collar was slightly undone, revealing the knot of his throat and half of his collarbone 

His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. Emelie couldn’t help but think of William from this morning. However, this man was slightly leaner compared to William. 

Every aspect of him exuded an air of elegance. His features were well–defined, his eyes were deep, and his demeanor was elegant and aloof. 

Emelie remembered a line from Edward Langley’s poem, “The Wooden Horse.” He said, “Gradually I felt a leaf startling the autumn cicadas chirping in the late plain time sequence,” symbolizing how a falling leaf disrupted the serene chirping of autuan cicadas, signaling the onset of autumn’s chill. 

Emelie remembered that Wesley had left ten years ago at the end of summer, and now he had returned in early spring 

They had met the previous night, but seeing him again in broad daylight made Emelie purse her lips. 

Wesley walked toward her. His pine–like scent was calm and gentle. Emelie recalled the time aboard the Graham cruise ship when she danced blindfolded with a mysterious 

person. 

Back then, she couldn’t see his face, only smelling a faint scent of pine emanating from him. She guessed it was him. However, when she lowered the blindfold, the person in front of her was Samuel instead. 

Sure enough, it was him. Here and gone in a hurry. 

There was calmness in Wesley’s eyes as he asked in a gentle tone, “Why did you stop?” 

Emelie didn’t understand. “What?”