Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 481

Chapter 481 Brush On The Cheek

Bryn folded his arms together and placed them on the table, his expression serious. “It’s best if the ledger is handed over by Mrs. Hoven herself, and it must be proven that Ms. Hoven over came across it”

Willam narrowed his eyes. Could he mean that

“Though Ms. Hoven had never seen the lodger, she must’ve already known that Xander is her biological father, which makes her a threat. Unless she remains unshaken by Mander’s affairs and continues to stay as your wife. Then there’s a mutual benefit,” Bryan added.

William leaned back in his chair. He realized Bryan was giving him advice for him to safeguard Emelie

First, he had to shift the responsibility for the ledger to Greta.

Second, he had to make sure Emelie would never leave his side.

Witam said calmly. “I heard you met Patricia before the New Year during your business trip to Eprand. Is that why you’re helping Emelle? Or is it because of Samuel? Perhaps it’s because she used to work for you? Or is it because Patricia is my cousin?”

Bryan only offered to help because he cared

He avoided the questions and added, “Well, I’ve heard that Beathan and your friend, Elias, are fighting over a woman That might explain Beathan’s threats of violence. You should keep in eye on him, Mr. Middleton.”

With that being said, Bryan signed off the call

William’s faceted somber as he habitually fiddled with his wedding ring.

Outside, dark clouds rolled in, and thunder rumbled Lighting pierced through the gray clouds and rain started pouring,

Suddenly, a lock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Willium said.

Ashton pushed open a door and reported in a low voice, “Mr.Middleton, Mr. Gleamfield was here earlier. Since you were in a meeting, he went to the conference room to wait. Shall I bring him over?”

William remained silent.

He then got up from his seat and walked out of his office to get some air

Meanwhile, Jayden was stacking a house of cards on the conference table.

Just then, William entered. A gust of wind followed him, and the entire simicture collapsed instantly.

“First, that man built towers. Then he invited guests. And finally, he watched it all come crashing down,” jayden muttered, shaking his head as he bent down to gather the cards

William loosened his rie, his expression was distant.

“Are you here to play cards? William asked, carrying cold edge.

Jayden chuckled. *1 just got bored. Remember how Xander built his empire, hosted grand parties, and in the end, it all bell apart?

Jayden’s demeanor grew serious as he stacked the cards with his slender lingers

“During the New Year, I took Yelenato the North Pole. The river was covered in a thick layer of ice, looking perfectly sate. We even went ice sailing,

“Until one day, we saw a polar bear break through the ice with a single swipe, and water started shooting right up. We realized that beneath the cales surface, there’s always: something churning underneath,” jayden said as he looked at Willam deeply

Jayden continued, “Will, the four families and Xander‘ situation has been Eke that frezen river. But with Ronan’s suicide and Ms. Hoven leaving, the surface now cracked. Ther has to be an end to this. Who will you protect? And have you figured out howi

Time seemed to pass more quickly on the sex than on land.

The Moonlight Voyage sailed on without pausing, and the waves rolled continanusly. Soon, another day passed, giving way to night.

Emele sat by the window in her cabin, lost in thought as she listened to the sound of the weers. Only when Wesley draped a coat over her shoulders did she realize he was there.

Wesley reached out to shut the window

“It’s cold at night. Keep it closed,” he said in a low valen.

Enelle pressed her lips together.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Wesley noticed the red veins in her eyes. “We’re making a detour to Lonia. You didn’t sleep well last night, did you? You should get some rest tonight.”

Emelie was absorbed in her own thoughts. “Why are we going to Lionia? And how do you know I didn’t skep well last night?”

Wesley didn’t bother to answer her questions, sensing her lack of real interest. Instead, he picked her up and carried her in his arms,

“I’ve set up some essential oils to help sleep” he said.

Emelie was bundled in her thick coat. However, Wesley was lean, and his tall frame made Emelie seem small and almost weightless as he carried her

He lowered his head and glanced at Emelle, then bent down and put her on the bed.

The familiar scent of the essentiel at her bedside coght Emelie’s attention. As she led the aroma, a realation struck her.

Emel’s heart skipped a bear at the sadden thought, and she scrambled out othed.

Wesley hadn’t stood up yet when Emelle emerged from her bed. Her head bumped into him, and her lips briefly brushed against his cheek.