Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 867

Emelie had never dyed her hair. However, under the right lighting, it revealed a rich tea-brown tint.

She had always assumed it was just her natural color. However, with the revelation that her maternal grandmother was the legendary Amelia Denning, it made sense. Her 1/4 Faldorian heritage likely accounted for the distinctive hue.

William gently dried her hair, noting its remarkable soft, voluminous, and barely shedding quality. It felt luxurious under his fingers.

As he maintained his hand on the back of her neck, he leaned in, pressing a light kiss to the corner of her lips.

Suddenly, he asked, "Did it feel good?"

The question surprised her, and for a brief moment, she felt a flush of embarrassment. She pushed him away, not quite ready to admit that his unexpected question had caught her off guard.

"Mr. Middleton, you're 31, not 21. Asking questions like that seems a bit juvenile, don't you think?" she said.

William looked momentarily taken aback by her sharp remark. Then, a smile began to play on his lips as he realized the misunderstanding.

"What I meant," he said, his voice softening, "was that I saw you frowning earlier and wondered if you were feeling any better. Did my efforts meet your expectations?"

Emelie remained silent, her face a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

William chuckled lightly, "Only an insecure man would ask you those questions. I'm not really looking for an answer on that."

From her reaction, he knew the answer he wanted without words. After three years together, they were familiar with each other's nuances, and he was well aware of her sensitive spots.

Emelie couldn't believe that she was having this conversation with him.

She was determined to keep things from getting too cordial between them, so she shot back, "Mr. Middleton, are you planning to apply for a job here after the Cloudex Corporation collapses?"

William answered calmly, "If you're willing to offer me a position."

She stared at him, incredulous. "Would you even consider being a paramour?"

William met her eyes with a steady gaze. "If you would give me a chance."

His offer was as outlandish and rare as finding gold in a prospecting pan.