Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 613

Emelie tilted her head and looked at him. His fair, handsome face glowed warmly in the corridor light.

Without saying anything, she reached for the file and opened it.

Her tone was slightly somber as she said, "I don't understand what Beathan's connection to Roman means."

She quickly scanned the documents inside.

Meanwhile, Wesley watched as water droplets trickled from her damp hair and seeped into her cotton nightgown. The air carried a lingering scent of steam and shower gel from the bathroom.

Wesley turned suddenly and headed for the study. "Follow me."

Emelie followed him there and sat down on the sofa while still reviewing the documents.

She frowned in confusion. She couldn't see any direct connection between Roman and Beathan. The only connection one could argue was that Roman's son, Theo, had been killed in a bullying incident, and the case was scheduled for trial the next day. However, Beathan wasn't Roman's lawyer.

"Are the people below being too suspicious?" Emelie wondered.

Just then, she felt a hand grab her hair.

Before she could turn around, Wesley said, "Hold still."

Emelie stopped moving, and Wesley began to dry the excess water from her hair with a towel.

"You'll get a headache if you don't dry your hair properly after a shower. Is this how you usually take care of yourself? I'll have to ask Jodie to keep an eye on you," Wesley said.

"I don't usually do this." She was neither a child nor an incompetent princess. How could she not know that?

"I was in a hurry to review the documents. That's why I didn't pay attention to my hair," Emelie said.

Wesley's tone remained calm and flat. "Next time, even if you're busy, ask a maid to help you dry your hair. Don't do anything with your hair wet. Your health is important too."

Emelie's eyes remained on the documents as she replied, "I understand. You sound like an elder nagging at me."

Wesley looked at her while she was focused on the papers and smiled.

After he helped Emelie wrung the water out of her hair, he continued to dry it. However, as he ran his fingers through her hair, he accidentally brushed the back of her neck.

Emelie flinched slightly. A memory of Weston, a hotel, and a man meticulously drying her hair flashed through her mind.

Her expression changed abruptly. Her body reacted faster than her mind, and she moved to sit on another sofa.