Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 910

Chapter 910 Special Edition: Conversation Between Siblings

Emelie had clearly been there for a while, having brewed tea for herself.

As Wesley entered the room, she lifted her cup and asked, "Would you like some tea?'

Wesley was struck by the realization that Emelie was the head of the Baliz subsidiary. Since her information was registered in the office's security system, she was free to come and go as she pleased.

Wesley opened the door to the rest area and walked over to her with even steps. His immaculate leather shoes left no marks on the fur carpet as he made his way to the couch.

He took the tea she offered, his gaze involuntarily drifting to her abdomen. At over five months pregnant, she was obviously showing.

Emelie was dressed in a mint green dress today. It was loose and airy, perfect for summer. She also looked very refreshed.

He asked, 'Is it okay to drink tea while pregnant?"

"A little is fine," she replied.

Wesley nodded, took a sip of the tea. As the sweetness spread through his mouth and down his tight throat, he frowned and looked at the cup.

Emelie noticed his dislike for the tea and chuckled in amusement. "Do you like it? It's black tea that I brought back from Thalassa."

"I don't really like it," he admitted.

Wesley was rather old-fashioned at times and had a preference for traditional things. He believed tea should have a distinct flavor. It was fine if it tasted bitter or astringent, but not if it was sweet

"This is a local specialty. I replace it quite refreshing. If you don't like it, I'll give the rest to Ash in a few days," Emelie said, putting away the opened tea bag.

Wesley held the cup and asked, "When did you get back?'

"Two days ago. I flew straight from Thalassa to Mercianna, spent a night at the manor, and then came here to see you," she said, holding up a box. "Here. A gift for you from my travels."

He set down his cup and took the wooden box from her. "What is it?"

Emelie replied, "It's a backgammon set from Thalassa."

Wesley opened the box and looked at the game pieces, puzzled. "I don't know how to play. It seems like a waste of your gift.

Emelie responded naturally, "I've learned how to play. I can teach you, just like you taught me how to play Go." Wesley looked up at her, feeling a wave of emotion that nearly disrupted his composed demeanor.

He wasn't as calm as he appeared. This was their first meeting since their relationship had been made public, and it had been a year and two months since they last saw each other.

Though it hadn't been too long, it felt like a lifetime, with everything having changed drastically.

Emelie spoke so casually about their past when they were engaged, leaving Wesley momentarily speechless

In the room, there was a set of custom-made chairs and a table from Glastony by the glass wall, combining comfort with style.

Emelie opened up the wooden box, which acted as the board of the game, and set it up on the table.

As they sat facing each other, Emelie explained the rules of the game. They were simple, so Wesley picked it up quickly. It was much simpler than Go.

Emelie rolled the dice and moved her pieces according to the number rolled. When it was Wesley's turn, she suddenly said, 'You've been avoiding me for a year and two months. If I hadn't come to replace you, how much

longer would you have stayed away?"

Wesley rolled a three and moved his pieces three steps, only to land on a space marked "Return to Start", effectively undoing his move.

After a few moments of silence, he replied, "I wasn't avoiding you. You didn't come to replace me."

Emelie rolled the dice. "In the past, even if I didn't seek you out, you would still come to see me. This time, I waited for a year and two months, but you never came. Wesley, do you plan to avoid me forever?"

Wesley rolled the dice again. As if by some cruel twist of fate, it landed on a three once more, keeping him in the same spot.

He looked up and asked, "How long did it take you to accept our relationship?"

Emelie paused to reflect. "When William first told me, I claimed that I didn't believe it. But deep down, I suspected it. I had Lyle investigate, and after discovering the truth, I cried, drank, and let myself fall apart for a while. Eventually, I accepted it."

Wesley was at a loss for words. When his dice landed on three again, he felt as if fate itself was mocking him. After years of relentless work, he still found himself stuck in his original place, unable to progress.

He swallowed hard and asked pointedly, "So, were you truly willing to marry me back then, or was that wedding merely a means to force William to come to you and confess? Was it just a tool?"

Emelie's game piece was nearly at the finish line, while Wesley had yet to start moving. It was as if, during that year and two months, she had been moving forward. She got married, pregnant, and went on a honeymoon, while he remained stationary day after day.

Emelie placed her hands on the table, intertwining them thoughtfully. "At that time, I was in a terrible state. My mind was a mess, and I was exhausted. After Beathan was caught, I felt a sense of relief. I thought that it was finally over.

"Beathan tried to provoke me by claiming that William had done many things for me and that William was dying, hoping to make me regret and break down. However, I didn't. I've always been strong.

"It gradually dawned on me that much of the harm William had caused me was actually understandable. It seems almost laughable that harm could be justifiable, but that's the reality. So, when I heard that he was dying, I was really sad and shocked, even though I appeared calm.

"And when Lyle first told me about you, I was in turmoil. William's actions only added to the chaos. I didn't know what to do and decided to let things unfold as they would. This was what I thought before going to Mercianna to marry you'

Wesley spoke slowly. "But you deliberately took a stroll in the garden with Samuel for Lyle to see, and you had William's wedding attire prepared in advance. You wanted him to come. You wished to marry him.'

Emelie nodded. "Yes. Before going to Mercianna, I was indifferent. After I arrived and saw Samuel there, I had a change of heart. I asked the atelier to complete the wedding attire in one day."

She wasn't sure how to describe what she had been feeling.

She continued, "If you hadn't handed me over to Samuel, I would have married you. If William hadn't come, I would have married Samuel. If William had come, I would have married him. That was what I thought at the time.'

Wesley looked at her, and Emelie smiled gently. "Have you heard of the term 'quiet quitting'? When someone is tired, frustrated, and unsure of how to proceed, they choose to give up and leave things to fate.

"But I also admit that I hoped that William would come at that time, which was a slight deviation from total resignation. But to say I used the wedding as a tool is simply not true."

After a long silence, Wesley picked up the dice and rolled it. This time, it wasn't a three.

His voice was heavy with emotion. "You were still willing to marry me after replaceing out I was your brother. Are you crazy?"