Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 629

Chapter 629 Ghosts? 

It was Jodie. 

Why was she here? 

The vague suspicion William initially had grew stronger, and his Adam’s apple bobbed beneath his turtleneck. His eyes darkened as he walked forward without hesitation, determined to get to the bottom of it 

However, a staff member stopped him when he reached the corridor. 

The staff member apologized in Faldorian, “I’m sorry, sir, but this area is the young lady’s dressing room and is off–limits. I hope you understand.” 

William stared at Jodie until she disappeared around the corner. 

His voice was low and tense. “Why is that woman permitted to enter then?” 

The staff member glanced over. “You mean Ms. Noble? As the young lady’s assistant, she naturally has access.” 

The young lady’s assistant? 

William’s expression darkened further. “Why did your young lady hire a Cedonian assistant? Does she speak Cedonian?” 

The staff member smiled. “You may not know, but our young lady is actually Cedonian ” 

William’s eyes grew more intense with each similarity. “What is your young lady’s name?” 

“Didn’t you receive the invitation? Our young lady’s name, Themis, is on there,” the staff member replied. 

“I mean her Cedonian name!” William snapped, scaring the staff member. “She-” 

“It appears you share my suspicions, Mr. Middleton, “Charles interrupted the staff member as he arrived behind them. 

William’s e 

expression was cold “What do you suspect, Mr. Davis?” 

Charles recounted the events that had unfolded since their arrival in Baliz two hours ago. “First, the butler knew our preferences and habits that are unknown to outsiders 

“Then there’s the identical type of hydrangeas, the strikingly similar wedding decor, and the fact that the young lady is not the chairman’s biological niece, but a Cedonian lady who was adopted 

“There are so many similarities, Mr. Middleton. I wouldn’t believe it if you had told me that you didn’t harbor any suspicions whatsoever.” William turned to face Charles directly. “Are you suggesting she is Em 

Emelie?” 

The mention of that name felt like a taboo being broken, freezing the already cold winter air in the corridor. 

Both men recalled the desolate dockyard from years ago, the arrow that pierced through her heart, and the heartless act of discarding the body into the 

The villa was exquisitely decorated, with the second–floor balcony filled with ivy that grew in all directions. It made the place look like a castle from a fairytale. 

Behind these curtains of ivy, a woman watched the figures 

s in the corrid 

corridor, her gaze lingering on the man with l 

the cold demeanor.