Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 683

Emelie remained expressionless.

After all, there was no point in risking her health by staying in wet clothes. Since William wanted to play the hero, Emelie would let him.

Even if he ended up falling ill, it would be his own doing. Emelie felt no guilt or gratitude towards him. She took off her wet jacket and changed into William's.

The moment Emelie put on his jacket, she instantly regretted it, the jacket carried his scent. She frowned in annoyance.

Emelie had to spend the next few days with William in the same house. At the thought of that, she grew even more frustrated.

What a nightmare. How could they have found themselves in this situation?

William pulled a chair to the fireplace and spread out Emelie's damp jacket, using the heat to dry it.

"Is there any food here?" Emelie asked as a realization dawned upon her. They would be stuck there for several days. No way they could survive on water alone.

William grabbed three disposable cups and added some tea leaves to each. "I have some instant food in my car. It was meant for the lab staff. Looks like we'll have to make do for ourselves."

Emelie was skeptical upon hearing William's words. "Mr. Middleton, you brought in supplies for a work inspection?"

William explained, "The lab is on the outskirts. There are no grocery stores or markets nearby, and it's a hassle to get food. I brought a lot of supplies and kept them in the fridge. The last time I visited, I noticed the staff were eating poorly. So I decided to prepare some for them this time."

Emelie scanned him silently, her face clearly displaying her doubt.

Was it really just a coincidence? What were the odds that a heavy snowstorm would block the roads? That they would cross paths, that he would have a house nearby, and that he would bring food?

Was it really just a coincidence?

William sensed her scrutiny as he poured hot water from the kettle into the cups. The tea leaves swirled at the bottom.

"Are you suspecting me? You think I knew about the snowstorm and the roadblocks but didn't tell you so I can keep you here with me? You think that's why I had the house and food ready?" William asked.

Emelie indeed had her doubts.

William lifted his gaze, the steam blurring his eyes. "Angel, if I were that crafty, then I wouldn't have let things fall to this point. I would never want you to hate me so much."

Emelie's voice turned sharp. "Call me 'angel' again and I'll cut out your tongue. You're here alone, Mr. Middleton. No one's going to know if you're dead."

William placed a cup of tea in front of Emelie. "Here. Use it to warm up."

Then, he handed the other cup to Jodie, who was unsure whether or not to thank him. Ultimately, she remained silent.

Emelie utterly disliked unexpected situations. Being trapped for no reason had made her increasingly agitated.

"Jodie," Emelie said.

Jodie responded immediately, "Yes, ma'am."