Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 229

Chapter 229 He Calls Her Angel.

Emelie's immediate reaction was to attack his most vulnerable spot-the wound William had already been attacked oner,

so he wouldn't give her second chance.

He grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the elevator wall. When she attempted to kick him, he wedged himself between her legs

Emelie sensed his intense emotional fluctuations. But the truth was that she was emotionally unstable as well

However, when a man's emotions were unstable, his strength would increase. On the contrary, when a woman's emotions were unstable, her strength would be consumed by anger, leaving her powerless. He stifled her breath with a dominant kiss, which was filled with hidden resentment. What did he resent her for?

The elevator dinged as it reached the 19th floor, and the doors opened automatically. William swiftly released her, dragged her out, and swiped the room card. After entering room, he closed the door and pressed her against the door panel.

His actions were extremely smooth, leaving her no room to resist. Emelle felt like his puppet the whole time. She was on the brink of madness. "William, what do you want? Let me 20"

But that wasn't possible.

Finally, William stopped concealing his emotions and desires. His voice was hoarse as he said, "I can't let you go today."

Emelie's back immediately broke out in goosebumps. She instantly understood. "You've planned this!"

William chuckled. "I've wanted you for a long time."

Emelie felt utterly frustrated. Her tension was so high that the veins on her neck were visible. "What if I refuse? Will you use the photos to threaten me again?

The room was dark, but William was there in the darkness, brushing his thumb against her lips. "You know I have ways to make you agree."

Yes, he had too many ways. There was no need to elaborate. Everyone knew he had that ability. William had never failed in achieving what he set out to do

Emelie's chest heaved. Her emotions were like waves crashing continuously on the shore.

During this time, William didn't touch her. He just let their hot breaths entwine.

Suddenly, Emehe relaxed. She was exhausted from resisting. She just wanted all this chaos to quickly come to an end.

She'd had enough of his coercion. She uttered each word through clenched teeth, "You must delete the photos and never mention them again from now on." William's wound was covered with waterproof bandages, so water running over his body posed no threat to it.

Emelie leaned against the cold glass. She didn't want to seek refuge in his arms. This made her look helpless.

Meanwhile, William relished in the satisfaction of a successful hunt. It was a sense of accomplishment in acquiring something through careful planning. Heldssed her eyes, then suddenly called out, "Angel." Emelie was startled by this term. Her body froze as he looked at him incredulously, confused.

In Capebatt City, locals would affectionately call their spouses, lovers, or wives the nickname "angel" It was the first time he had called her that in the past three years. Emelie awkwardly avoided his lips. She realized that, compared to his coldness, she seemed to be more afraid of his affection. Because she knew he didn't possess that kind of affection, seeing it only made her feel like it was a trap.

e didn't want anything fake.

It was like Snow White's poisoned apple or Cinderella's pumpkin carriage that would disappear at midnight. It was all take. She didn't want She refused to be ensnared in such ephemeral illusions, and William quickly brought her back to reality. He suddenly said, "There are actually no photos." Emelie felt as if lightning had struck her bead. "What did you say?"

Instead of answering, William raised an eyebrow. No photos. So she had been fooled by him all these days? He used something that never existed to coerce and manipulate her. Emelie's breath hitched. After a rollercoaster of emotions, she completely collapsed. She struggled to posh him away. "Go away!"

However, it was too late. William silenced her lips, as did the sound that momentarily escaped, leaving Emelie's breath caught in her throat.

Tears overflowed from her eyes. She gasped, then clenched her fists and pounded his back. "You bastard!"

He could have kept silent about it. After all, everything about the photos would have ended tonight

Yet he had to tell her the truth at the last moment to make her realize how absurd she had been and how thoroughly she had been manipulated by him.

Not only had she complied with all his demands these days, but she had also willingly surrendered herself to him. He psychologically deleted her, mastering the art of placing with people's emotions to perfection.

His cruelty knew no bounds. And this cruel William called her "angel" many times in just one afternoon.