Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 392

Chapter 392 I Want to Sleep

Emelie's first reaction was to push him away!

Her second reaction was questioning the heat his body was generating.

When she placed her palm on his chest, she could feel the heat despite the clothing he was wearing.

Meanwhile, William sat back without any resistance after being pushed away.

The living room's light was still on, and William's usual fair and handsome face was a little flushed.

The hair on his forehead was also hanging down and covered his eyes, making him look less aggressive than usual.

Emelie pursed her lips. The feeling from the kiss he left on her lips had not disappeared, and her expression darkened.

She forgot William had the key card for her room.

"Why are you here?"

When she remembered how everyone told her the same thing tonight, she asked in an icy voice, "Are you here to ask me to settle with Elena too? The current price tag is 10 million. How much are you willing to add on top of this?"

Another 5 million?

Unlikely. For someone as rich as William, he would double it.

Emelie formed a smile. If he really told her that, then she would...

Before she could even finish the thought in her mind, William raised his head and looked at her with hazy eyes. So much so that it stopped her from completing her thoughts.

He also changed the topic and said, "I'm having a fever, angel."

Emelie couldn't say anything in that instance as her throat tightened.

Her mind was still hazy, and she had probably not fully woken up yet. Otherwise, why would she imagine William as a stray dog?

The kind of stray dog that would run over to humans with its ears flopped down, asking for the humans to adopt and love it.

There was a moment of strange silence.

Emelie remembered the moment she saw him standing in the snow. She could feel her chest becoming stuffy, so she turned her head away. "A fever... Then you should ask Ms. Jones to take you to the hospital and get you a doctor. Why are you here with me? I'm not a doctor."

William then stated a fact. "Last time when I was sick, you're the one that took care of me."

Emelie looked at him with wide eyes, her emotions almost overflowing through them.

William was physically very well built. During the three years she worked for him, she had only seen him sick once.

He had overseen an important acquisition case at the time. They had to work overtime for more than a month. He drank a little too much at the banquet to celebrate the success of

the acquisition. After suddenly relaxing after being stressed for a long time, he ended up having a fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit after he woke up from his sleep.

However, he had been living in a very pampered manner since he was a child. He refused to stay in the hospital because of its "crude" environment. Not even the private hospital's VIP room satisfied him. He stayed in Eastbay and the doctor had to make a house call.

Meanwhile, Emelie spent a whole week taking care of him.

It was one of the rare few days in those three years that nothing happened between them at night, despite spending time together in Eastbay.

Emelie could still remember it until this moment. William was so mild-mannered when he was sick. He would take his medicine and sleep when told to.

He was also very clingy and always wanted to hold her. He also wanted her to always be somewhere in his sight.

They had been so intimate. Even she had the feeling that maybe some of his true feelings had finally leaked out. Did he like her too?

She wasn't the only one. Even the doctor thought that they were husband and wife. He would call him Mr. Middleton and call her Mrs. Middleton.

She was stunned for a moment and wanted to correct them, but William nodded and said, “Sure, I understand. I'll pay more attention."

He didn't correct the doctor's mistake and even quietly accepted it.

After the doctor left, he would lean against the headboard on his bed and repeat dryly, "Mrs. Middleton? Could you please pour me a glass of water, Mrs. Middleton?"

When he called her Mrs. Middleton, she could sense the mischief within. Both of them knew it was a joke, but she had to admit it. Thanks to those two words, she quietly fell for

him.

If she were to look back at those three years, it wasn't filled with only terrible memories. Warmth and tenderness also existed back then.

Everything finally ground to a halt with Daphne's appearance. Then, everything fell apart to the point that she couldn't recognize it anymore.

When she remembered her, Emelie's mind instantly became clear again.

It was so cold that she had goosebumps.

She caressed her own legs and said, "Did I? I don't remember anymore. So, the reason you came looking for me is because you want my help to dial 911?"

She ignored him and his eyes started to droop some more.

"You wanted to leave with Charles, so I let you leave with him. You wanted to get rid of me because of him, and so I left too. I'm sick. Why are you still so cruel to me?" Emelie looked at him in disbelief. "William, do you even know what you're talking about?"

Or was he getting so sick that he couldn't think straight anymore?

He called her "Mrs. Middleton" last time when he was sick. Was he trying to gain her sympathy this time because he was sick?

Otherwise, this wasn't something that someone as prideful as William would do.

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Emelie felt that his high fever might have finally gotten to him.

"Don't play this game with me! If you don't want me to get an ambulance for you, then leave. Also, give me back my key card! If you enter my room without my permission again, I'm going to call the cops!" With a hoarse voice, he said, "Angel, I have a headache."

"I told you to replace a doctor!"

However, William acted like he was really sick. "Angel. I want to sleep."

"Go back to your room and sleep!"

William took her hand.

"Angel, I want to sleep with you."