Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 769

All eyes turned to Emelie in an instant.

She lifted a smile devoid of warmth.

"An accident," she said lightly.

However, her expression was far from relaxed. It was like the frozen shores of a lake in winter, where the ice wouldn't melt even under the sun.

She fixed her gaze on Daphne, who was sprawled on the floor, and a hint of dark red seemed to glimmer in her eyes.

Daphne instinctively sensed danger. She sobbed and crawled backward on the floor.

William quickly moved to grasp Emelie's hand.

Emelie's gaze immediately shifted to his face.

He was frowning as he looked at her hand. Her palm had been cut by the shattered glass, with a few drops of blood splattering onto the tiled floor like tiny red fireworks.

But upon closer inspection, it wasn't as bad as it looked. There were only two minor cuts, and since she usually wore gloves, the wounds weren't deep.

Bryan turned and ordered a maid, "Bring the first aid kit."

Emelie tried to pull her hand back forcefully, but William held on tightly.

She exhaled slowly. "I'm not in a good mood right now, Mr. Middleton. Don't push me."

William calmly retorted, "It's not like you haven't done that before."

The two stared at each other.

One of them had raging emotions under a cold exterior, while the other remained calm and seemingly indifferent to anything that she might do

Beathan and Bryan exchanged glances.

Beathan took a sip of his wine with a smile while Bryan's gaze shifted slightly to the two glasses of plum wine near Patrice's hand.

The liquid in the plum wine was pale green, like a poisonous potion from a fairy tale that exuded an unsettling air.

Emelie looked down and saw that Daphne had already vomited. She asked, "Did I tell you to stop?"

Lyle decided to grab Daphne by the hair and force the bottle back into her mouth.

Lyle had never claimed to be a gentleman. His only rule was that anyone who harmed Emelie had to pay the price.