Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 862

William was wearing a dark green pajama set.

It was a simple outfit with a button-up long-sleeved cotton top. He was lying on his side with his head propped up with one hand. The neckline of his shirt was sagging due to gravity, which revealed a glimpse of his collarbone.

And there, on his collarbone, was a very noticeable bite mark.

There was no doubt about who had bitten him. Emelie could even recall the exact position she had been in and how it felt when she had done it.

Emelie fell silent.

Her expression was hard to read. William's gaze shifted slightly, and he asked with a little uncertainty, "Did you forget what happened last night?"

"I'm not suffering from amnesia."

Emelie looked away and tried to sit up, but the moment she moved, she felt a sharp ache in her lower back and thighs.

It was worse than hiking while on her period.

She couldn't help but gasp softly.

William immediately sat up, gently supporting her back to help her sit more comfortably. He grabbed a pillow and placed it behind her. "Does that feel better?"

His voice was soft and caring.

Emelie's face reflected her discomfort. "Anyone who knows you would think you haven't been with a woman in years. Anyone who doesn't would assume you've never been with one at all." This man had acted like he'd gone completely mad.

William hadn't expected to be scolded, and he couldn't help but smile.

Still, he knew better than to say anything that might further provoke her.

While gently massaging her back, he explained in a soft, pleasant tone, "The maid took the clothes you wore here to hand wash and haven't been returned yet. I asked Ashton to send over a new set, but she hasn't arrived. There are toiletries in the bathroom. Why don't you freshen up and then come downstairs for breakfast?"

His accommodating demeanor left Emelie with no way to vent her frustration, so she simply stayed quiet. She caught a glimpse of the messy bed sheets and her eyelashes fluttered for a second.

These weren't the original sheets.

The original ones had gotten soaked the night before and couldn't be slept on. After carrying her out of the bathroom, William had temporarily placed her on the couch while he had gone to take some fresh sheets from the closet.

This pampered young heir clearly wasn't skilled in household chores, as the sheets were far from neatly arranged. Despite the replacement, the bed still looked rather disheveled.

Emelie was at a loss for words. She should have gone to bed with a gigolo instead.