Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 792

Chapter 792 I'm Not Your Wife

Emelie mocked William, 'You're acting as if you wouldn't still follow me if I refuse."

If she refused, he would just follow her covertly instead of overtly.

William smiled lightly. "So, you're agreeing then?'

Emelie had already turned to leave. "Let's see if there's a flower shop selling lilies on the way."

William watched her proud demeanor and thought to himself that the weather was just perfect. "Sure," he said.

William hadn't brought his assistant or driver, he was driving himself.

Emelie treated him like a chauffeur. Instead of getting into the front seat, she went straight to the back.

William smiled, closed the door, and got into the car.

As the car started, Emelie rolled down the window to get some fresh air and glanced behind through the side mirror. Whatever she saw made her smile fade, and her lips forming a cold line.

"You and Wesley-William started to say.

However, Emelie cut him off immediately. "I don't talk to drivers."

William smoothly asked, "Then can I always be your driver?"

Emelie closed her eyes to ease the strain. "It seems like the Cloudex Corporation is really going bankrupt, seeing as its president is moonlighting as a cab driver."

At this point, she was practically immune to all flirtation or anything that remotely resembled it.

William turned on the car's sound system, letting the gentle piano music fill the space, helping her rest more comfortably.

He pulled over at a flower shop, unbuckling his seatbelt as he said, "If you're tired, keep resting. I'll go in and buy the flowers.

Emelie didn't respond, so William got out of the car.

Inside the shop, he picked out two lilies. When he turned, he noticed a large bucket of hydrangeas on the shelf. The colors were soft and beautiful. He suddenly thought of the flowers from their wedding that had gone nowhere.

"I'll take a bouquet of these too," he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

The shop owner was conflicted. "I'm sorry, but these have already been reserved by a couple for their wedding tonight. There's none left. How about some other flowers? The roses are pretty nice, perfect for a girlfriend."

"Not even one?" William asked. 'My wife loves these flowers the most, and she's mad at me right now. I want to buy one to make it up to her.'

It was hard for most people to resist such a tall, refined, stern-looking man pleading with them like that.

The florist immediately relented. "Well, let me ask them if they're willing to spare one for you.'

William nodded. "Thank you."

The phone signal inside the shop was weak, so the owner stepped outside to make the call.

The florist said, "Ms. Yarbrough, this is the florist. The hydrangeas you ordered for your wedding have arrived, but there's a gentleman here who wants to buy some.

"It just so happens that his wife loves hydrangeas, and they're currently in a fight. He wants to buy one to smooth things over with her. I wanted to ask if you might spare him a bouquet?'

The bride-to-be was naturally happy to help, especially seeing how much the man cared for his wife. "Of course! Give him one, free of charge."

"Alright. On behalf of the gentleman, thank you so much!" The shop owner ended the call and went back inside.

Emelie opened her eyes, a hint of suspicion on her face.

A few minutes later, William returned to the car with the flowers. "I picked the two biggest lilies. Do you like them?"

Emelie's attention was on the other bouquet in his arms. "What's that?"

"Hydrangeas." William handed them to her. "You like these, don't you? I happened to see them, so I bought them for you."

So, the florist had been talking about him.

"William, you're getting more shameless by the day," Emelie said.

William looked genuinely puzzled to be scolded by her. "What?"

Emelie snapped at him. "I'm not your wife! You are the mighty president of the Cloudex Corporation. How could you stoop that low by lying just to get a flower? I'm embarrassed just holding it!"

William hadn't expected her to overhear, but he couldn't help but smile. He covered his mouth with his fist as he cleared his throat.

"Well, as it turns out, giving you this flower did make my wife happy. Look, you're actually talking to me now, aren't you?" he said.