Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 410

Chapter 410 William's Love Letter

A crush.

Emelie felt a chill as the cold wind blew. It all seemed so unbelievable. Then again, how could she verify

the truth?

Emelie then recalled something. The day she invited him for a private meal, he had asked her about her stack of love letters.

At the time, she thought he was too concerned about it. Now, she wondered if he had also written her a love letter back then

Emelie abruptly stood up, and her eyelashes fluttered. Those love letters should be at her home in Alderbrook. She immediately called Ashley. "Ashley, have you left yet?"

"I was just about to. What's up?"

"I want to go back to Capebatt City with you. Is that okay?"

Ashley paused and then replied, "Sure. Are you still outside the restaurant? I'll pick you up."

Soon, Ashley's car pulled up. Emelie opened the door and got in.

Only then did Ashley ask, "Is this about Mr. Middleton?

Emelie's heart raced for some reason. She was eager to verify this seemingly unbelievable story. She pressed her lips together. "Yes, it is."

At this time, the drive on the highway back to Capebatt City on the road didn't encounter any traffic jams. They arrived in Alderbrook at around two in the morning.

Ashley suggested and said, "How about staying at my place for the night to avoid disturbing your parents?"

Emelie shook her head. "There's something I need to confirm. I won't be able to sleep without knowing for

sure."

Ashley let her be.

Emelie had her house keys in her purse and opened the door. Ronan, Greta, and the housekeeper were all asleep at this hour. She went up to the attic using the flashlight on her phone.

When they moved houses years ago, they threw away many things. However, some important items were kept. She recalled that she hadn't thrown away those love letters.

In the corner were several boxes containing things from her student days. She rummaged through them one by one and inevitably made a noise. The housekeeper, thinking it was a burglar, came up with a flashlight in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other.

"Who's there?"

Emelie quickly poked her head out. "It's me."

The housekeeper was startled. "Oh... Ms. Hoven? When did you get back?"

*Just now. I'm looking for something."

The housekeeper came up and saw the mess. "What are you looking for? Do you need my help?"

Emelie replied, "It's fine. You should get some rest. Don't worry about me, and don't wake up my parents."

The housekeeper hommed in response and went downstairs.

Emelie sat on the floor while feeling a little dazed. She had already gone through several boxes without replaceing the bag of love letters. Could they have been thrown away? The thought of the possibility left her feeling a bit downhearted.

She

was so close to getting a glimpse into the heart of the man she could never understand.

The wooden floor felt chilly, and Emelie decided to get up. After searching for so long, her clothes were dusty and dirty. She thought of changing her clothes before resting.

Just then, her eyes caught sight of a black plastic bag in the corner. Her tired mind suddenly became alert, and she reached out for it.

The bag, which had been weathered by time, crumbled at her touch, and papers scattered all over the floor. Emelie was stunned but then saw a light yellow envelope amidst the scattered papers. "To Emelie."

Emelie stared at it. She remembered that William had once casually written "Call Emelie in" on a piece of paper while leading a conference call.

Ashton had then gone to get her.

Later, while cleaning up his desk, Emelie had come across that paper. It was the first time she had seen him write her name "Emelie". He had written it with a unique cursive style that resembled a mirrored

crescent moon.

She hadn't had the heart to throw the paper away and had carefully kept it.

The way he had written her name on the envelope was almost identical to the one on the paper.

Emelie slowly crouched down and picked up the envelope. It felt as light as the emotions that she was feeling in her heart.

She examined the envelope for a long time, wondering if he had chosen the light yellow color because it resembled the moon. Then, she gently tore open the taped seal.

Most people would pour out their feelings when writing a love letter, expressing sentiments like love at first sight, deep affection, and unmatched devotion. They would describe their love and insist that they could never like anyone as much as they liked the recipient.

Meanwhile, William's love letter contained only one sentence. He had expressed that when he looked up at the moon, he would only see her face instead.