Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 715

Chapter 715 The Letter That Won't Be Replied To

Emelie stared out the car window.

White snow had blanketed Capebatt City, covering everything in a thick layer of white, blurring out the road beneath it.

But when winter gave way to spring, and the snow melted, everything would return to how it was before. No one would remember what the road looked like when it was hidden under the snow.

Time was a fascinating thing. As it passed, it seemed that everything could be forgotten.

The traffic light turned green.

Aston waited for Emelie's response during the red light. When she received none, she assumed that Emelie wouldn't reply. She disappointedly sighed and stepped on the gas.

However, Emelie did end up speaking, asking in return, "And who was it that orchestrated my first arrest?

Ashton nearly hit the brakes.

Emelie continued indifferently, "Wasn't it William? He was so desperate to reconcile with me that he first made sure that I'd be arrested, only to swoop in and save me when I was on the brink of a breakdown. "Have you ever heard of the suspension bridge effect? When someone is in a life-threatening situation, they may develop feelings for the one who rescues them. That's how, after that incident, I slowly reconciled with him.

"And why did he go to such lengths to win me back? To get close to the Hoven family and get his hands on the account book. Every step was carefully planned.

"So tell me, Ashton, do you really think I should show him any kindness?"

Ashton was left speechless, and Emelie didn't say anything more after that.

When they arrived at the hotel, Emelie stepped out of the car, circled around to the driver's side, and tapped on the window. "Ms. Jones, show me your payment code."

Instinctively, Ashton brought up a QR code. Emelie scanned it and transferred her some money. She was always generous when it came to paying Ashton's overtime.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight, Ms. Jones. Make sure you get some rest." Emelie then turned and walked away.

After she came back to her senses, Ashton blurted out, "Emelie."

Emelie halted in her tracks but didn't turn around. Her voice was calm and measured as she asked, " Ashton when you witnessed him shoot me back then, did you feel no pain for me?"

Ashton's heart tightened. She opened her mouth but couldn't replace the words.

Emelie continued walking up the steps. She noticed that the bloodstain from when Samuel was hit in the evening had already been cleaned up, and her expression grew colder.

Ashton watched her enter the hotel before driving away.

After they left the police station, William headed straight to the hospital.

Ashton soon followed him to the hospital and reported, "Mr. Middleton."

Without the warm lighting from earlier, William's complexion was indeed poor. A doctor was in the middle of examining him.

"Did you get her back safely?" William asked.

Ashton nodded. "Yes, I did."

"Where exactly did you drop her off? Did you make sure she got to her room?" he asked.

Ashton hesitated before admitting, "No, I only dropped her at the hotel entrance."

William wasn't pleased. "She had a car accident in front of the hotel today. You should have escorted her upstairs."

Patrice couldn't keep quiet any longer. "You care so much about her, but she doesn't even think about you, William. You're worse than I was when I was pursuing Bryan back then."

William picked up his phone and sent a WhatsApp message to Emelie. "Let me know when you see this." He needed to confirm that she was safe and sound.

Then, he turned to Ashton with another instruction. "Keep a close watch on Beathan. If he makes any move to get near Emelie, inform me immediately."

Patrice sighed in exasperation. "Being a doormat gets you nothing in the end. No matter how well you treat her, she won't appreciate it."

William ignored Patrice's comments.

Just then, his phone buzzed, and he quickly picked it up. However, it wasn't a reply from Emelie but a news notification.

As he read the messages that he had sent her, he wondered if Emelie might have interpreted them as commands, which could explain her lack of response.

Thus, he sent her another message, saying, "I'm worried about you. I didn't mean anything else."

After a moment of hesitation, Ashton said, "Mr. Middleton, Ms. Hoven mentioned a few things to me in the car."

William immediately asked, "What did she say?"

Ashton briefly summarized what Emelie had told her.

After William heard it, he stayed silent for a long while before letting out a laugh. His usually cold demeanor made any expression that he showed, whether joy or sorrow, especially vivid.

"I knew she held a grudge," he said.

Patrice felt that the bitterness she was enduring couldn't compare to the expression of suffering on his

face.

William said, "Don't say those things to her anymore. As long as she's still angry, how could she possibly show me any kindness?"

It was late, well past four in the morning, and William's ward had settled back into a deep silence.

However, William hadn't slept yet. He was still waiting for Emelie's reply.

In fact, he had already called the hotel front desk and asked them to send a cup of warm milk to Emelie's room. The waiter replied that Emelie had answered the door herself, which meant she was safe.

Yet, he was still waiting. He just wanted to see if she would reply to his message.

Morning came, but his phone screen still only showed the two messages he had sent.