Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 269

Chapter 269 He Felt a Sudden Shock

However, Bryan ignored it all

Camila crossed her arms, looking even more smug. "Some people are just pathetic. No one asked her to come, yet she clings on desperately like a leech. If she loves serving others so much, then she should do it well. That's the only value she has."

As a mere bystander, Emelie found those words harsh.

Camila blinked and said, "Oh, Ms. May, don't get me wrong, I wasn't talking about you. But could you hold up the umbrella? I'm getting sunburned."

Patricia's makeup concealed her true expression, but her lips were pressed tightly together.

Emelie sensed that Patricia's emotions weren't stirred by Camila's humiliation but by Bryan's indifference despite hearing everything.

she couldn't help but glance at Wiliam Patricia had worked for him for a while, and now she was being humiliated. She wondered what would his reaction be.

Willam frowned.

But his frown was directed at Emelie. "Is your chest protector on backward?

Emelie blinked and looked down. It seemed she had worn the chest protector the wrong way.

The protector was designed to cover the heart, and it should be worn on the left shoulder. But she had it on her right.

"Is your heart on the right side?" William shook his head and walked over. He seemed to help Emelie

However, Emelle quickly stepped back "I can do it myself!"

The location was too sensitive.

Emelle quickly tore open the velcro. She readjusted her chest protector, and Willaim couldn't help but squint as he noticed the curve it pressed against her.

Emelie focused on fixing her gear, while Patricia had already raised the umbrella. Her expression was now natural, and she stood behind Camila without resistance.

Emehe felt a slight discomfort in her heart. She couldn't help but feel that all these men were too quick to tire of women. No matter how close they y were to a woman before, they could easily treat her like a stranger the next moment.

William asked, "Which type of bow are you choosing?"

There were traditional bows and compound bows available, both resembling the kind commonly seen in movies and TV shows. The difference was that the traditional bows had only the bow body and string, while the compound bows had an arrow.rest.

The arrow rest was where the arrow was placed Bows without an arrow rest required uisng one's fingers to hold the arrow in place.

The traditional bow was simple yet the most challenging to master, and both Willian and Bryan chose it unanimously. Emelle had learned to handle both types adequately but opted for the compound bow, which was easier to handle, albeit more strenuous

The four of them lined up. Each took turns to nock an arrow, draw the bow, and aim at the distant targets.

With a whistle from Silas, they all released their grips simultaneously.

With three loud thus, three arrows hit the target, with only Camila missing the mark. Not only did the other three hit, but they all landed bullseye. Bryan chuckled, "I didn't expect that you'd be so good at archery, Ms. Hoven"

William glanced at Emelle. His eyes betrayed a hint of surprise. "I remember your first time shooting arrows, you didn't even know how to aim properly. It took me half a day to teach you, and you barely hit the edge. When did you get so good at this?"

Emelie took another arrow and glanced downward. She said, "That's when Mr. Middleton didn't know Thad learned to shoot so well"

It was a bit of a redundant statement, of course, it was when he didn't know. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked. But it was also a stark reality.

How long she had been learning, and he had been completely unaware. This indicated the extent of his precious neglect

William became aware of this Implication. He stared at her intently.

As Emelle drew back the bowstring, her movements were graceful and precise. From her shoulder to her arm, she displayed taut and powerful lines.

Her eyes locked onto the target ahead as she blinked. The next moment, she released her fingers.

The arrow shot out like lightning, hit the bullseye once again, shaking the white feathers as it lodged in place.

At that moment, William felt a certain nerve in himself tramble, as if responding to something profound.