Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 861

For a moment, William wondered if he was dreaming.

But the body in his arms was real, with the fragrance of alcohol and the coolness of the late night.

Emelie's eyes, slightly unfocused from the alcohol, no longer carried the usual coldness that kept people at a distance.

Her long hair was casually tied into a low ponytail, with a few strands falling loose and sticking to her cheeks, giving her an unexpectedly alluring look.

William's Adam's apple bobbed twice. He had always desired her, and that night was no exception.

However, her behavior was too unusual that night. It wasn't like her to come to him for such a thing, let alone drink this much, which was rare.

William could only guess that she was acting impulsively due to some emotional turmoil.

He knew well that Emelie could handle her liquor.

Even when she drank heavily, she wouldn't forget what she had done by the time she woke up, so he wasn't afraid of her accusing him of taking advantage of her the next day.

But right now, he was concerned about her well-being more than feeling desire.

After taking a deep breath, William ran his fingers through her hair, holding her head gently. "Did something happen?"

His voice was surprisingly soft.

But Emelie wasn't in the mood to talk. "Are you going to do it or not?"

William restrained himself and said, "You seemed fine during the day at the office. I even saw you go to the market after work. Did something happen later at night?"

Emelie asked again, "Are you going to do it or not? William, your illness is in your lungs, not anywhere else, right? Don't tell me that you're incapable."

William closed his eyes briefly before replying, "Did you find something out? Lyle should have returned to Capebatt City today. Did he discover whatever you asked him to look into?"

How did he know everything?

But right now, none of this mattered to Emelie. "If you're incapable, I'll just find someone else."

She shoved him and started to leave.

William's patience reached its limit.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, closing the door as he did. Turning the tables, he pressed her against the wall and bent down to kiss her.

It was like throwing a lit match into a pile of gasoline-soaked wood, and the flames were uncontrollable.

They moved from the first floor to the second, from the living room to the master bedroom.

Clothes were scattered across the floor. Jackets, gloves, undergarments, and pajamas, skirts, and pants alike.

By the time they fell onto the bed, both of them were stripped bare.

But just as things were about to reach their peak, William suddenly regained his clarity, and he froze.

Caught in between, Emelie was irritated and uncomfortable. "Are you really incapable?"

William, who had developed considerable patience, wasn't angered by her words. He leaned over her, bracing his arms on either side of her head, and softly said, "I don't have any protection."

Even in her intoxicated state, Emelie immediately understood what he meant.

"After all these years, you've never been with a single woman?"