Winning Her Heart Back

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Just as William placed Emelie into the car, she grabbed his collar, not letting him leave. She stared into his eyes and asked, "William, why did my mom suddenly fall into a coma? What did you do to her?"

Greta had been perfectly fine before Emelie had left Capebatt City. How did she end up like this in just a few days?

William, who was still bending over, looked down at Emelie. Then, he glanced slightly to the side and noticed a car quietly approaching them from behind.

Emelie's mind was consumed by the image of Greta lying on the hospital bed. She choked back a sob as she struggled to breathe. "Did you scare her?"

William didn't answer the question. Emelie couldn't stay calm when it came to matters related to Greta. She yanked at his collar.

"William! Let's make things clear now! What do you want? Do you want the account book or both my life and my mom's?"

William's gaze shifted back to her angry face. Suddenly, he said, "I don't want either. I just want you to stay by my side."

Emelie lifted her head. She wanted to tell him to dream on, but William unexpectedly cupped the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers without warning.

"Mmph!"

His cold, unmistakable scent filled her senses in the most intimate way. Emelie immediately tried to push him away. "William... Mmph!"

William blocked her lips again. He then grabbed her resisting hand and placed it around his neck. This way, it would look as though she was holding him close and was willingly kissing him.

Emelie was furious at his shameless act. She used all her strength to push him away, but he held the back of her head firmly, leaving her no room to struggle.

His tongue forced its way past her dry lips and teeth, invading her mouth with bold intensity while exploring and intertwining with her tongue.

One of them was seated inside the car, while the other stood outside. One was leaning back, and the other was leaning forward. To an onlooker, it appeared as if they were deeply in love and reluctant to part.

The car drove straight past them.

William paused. Sensing his grip loosen, Emelie seized the opportunity to shove him away. Then, without hesitation, she raised her hand, intending to slap him across the face.

William caught her wrist quickly. With a gloomy look, he said, "You are my wife. Why do you feel wronged when I kiss you?"

Emelie's chest heaved with anger. Despite this, her face was both pale and flushed, and her lips glistened attractively.

William hadn't noticed this, as he had been putting on a show for the person who had been following them. But now, his Adam's apple bobbed twice as he leaned in to kiss her again.

Emelie gritted her teeth. "If you want to see me die, just keep going."

William sneered. "Is threatening me with death the only trick you have?"

Emelie smirked. "My tricks are few but effective. Don't you always use my mom to threaten me? Mr. Middleton, I've learned everything from you. I have to master this too."

William held her chin and brushed her lips with his thumb. "I use your mom to threaten you because I know that you care about her. You use yourself to threaten me because you know that I care about you."

Emelie's eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings.

"Don't you find yourself contradictory? You claim that I don't like you and that I only manipulate and use you, yet you rely on my feelings for you to act recklessly."

William pulled her closer to show her the scar on his neck. "Just look at this wound you gave me. If I didn't care about you, what do you think your fate would be right now?"