Winning Her Heart Back

 The Will is Yours

"Hello."

As soon as Wesley spoke, Emelie felt as if she could smell the faint scent of pine that always seemed to linger in the air around him.

"I saw the news."

"I haven't seen it yet." Emelie chuckled. "Did the media cameras use a beauty filter? Did they manage to make me look pretty?"

Her response left Wesley speechless, but he found her amusing. "Is that really the point?" He paused, then asked, "You saw him, didn't you?"

He was obviously talking about William.

Emelie rolled down the car window. It was December, and the wind was biting in Capebatt City. "We just caught up with each other."

"All the members of the Filo family, inside and outside of Cedonia, are at your disposal. If you need any more men, you can always ask the Grahams for help. Take care. I'll head to Cedonia to help you once I'm done here."

Wesley couldn't rest easy knowing that Emelie had to face the four families alone. If it hadn't been for the problems with the Filo Group, he would have gone back to Cedonia with her.

Emelie said, "You should take care of yourself instead. Are you standing by the window in your study again? It's raining in Mercianna today. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Caught in the act, Wesley, or rather Mr. Cronus, smiled wryly and moved away from the window. Still, he countered, "Aren't you out in the cold too? I can hear the wind."

"I'm fine."

But Wesley wasn't. The car accident a year ago had left him with permanent injuries, and even after a year, he still hadn't fully recovered from them.

Emelie couldn't help but say, "If you can't handle your workload, send the work to me, and I'll take care of it. You need to get more rest."

Wesley chuckled. "Is someone thinking of taking over already?"

Before Emelie could answer, he added, "Just go ahead and take over. Apart from you, there's no one else to whom I can entrust the Filo family. You know that I've already written my will."

He had called a lawyer into the ICU to draw up his will during his most critical moments a year ago. This had alarmed the members of the Filo family, who had rushed in to stop him.

However, with Wesley being Wesley, no one could influence his decisions, even on his deathbed.

In fact, the will remained intact even after he had recovered.

Emelie didn't like hearing him talk like that. She said coldly, "If you bring that up again, I won't answer your calls next time."

"I was just joking."

Emelie didn't feel like chatting anymore. She checked the time and said, "It's night in Baliz. You should rest."

"Alright."

Just as Emelie was about to end the call, she heard him say, "The cameras didn't have any beauty filters, but you looked great."

"What?" Emelie asked. Just as she realized that the statement was his answer to her earlier question, he had already hung up.

Emelie stared at her phone. Even though he had given her a sweet compliment at the end, she was still upset about him talking that way.

In Baliz, Marcel overheard their conversation and thought it was bad that Wesley kept mentioning his will.

"Cedonians have always been superstitious about death, yet you keep bringing it up and upsetting Ms. Hoven."

Wesley, draped in his coat, left the study and headed to his bedroom. The smile on his face had not faded at all. "She'll worry about me every time I mention it. I'm teasing her."

What had Wesley just said?

Marcel blurted out, "Are you flirting with Ms. Hoven?"

Wesley turned around and shot him an indifferent look.

Marcel quickly shut up and then smacked his own mouth. As he helped Wesley close the door to the bedroom, he said, "Have a good rest, sir."

Wesley took off his coat and hung it on the rack. He looked less relaxed and more worried now.

He knew very well that the hatred between Emelie and William was impossible to resolve. It was a gulf that could never be bridged, a rift that could never be filled.

Yet, he couldn't help but worry that they had met.

Was he flirting with her? No, it was his way of trying to keep her close because he was afraid of losing her.

The car arrived at the Peninsula Hotel. After Emelie and Jodie had gone upstairs, Emelie asked, "Still no progress on the car accident?"

Jodie shook her head. "The trail went cold in Lablos."Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Emelie pressed the elevator button hard.

Jodie said, "We all know it was the Filo family who wanted to bring Mr. Graham down, but we don't know exactly who. They've been trying to hurt Mr. Graham for a long time, but they've never had the chance. They almost got away with it this time.

The elevator arrived. "Still no sign of Shane, aka Dr. Santiago?" asked Emelie as she took off her gloves and headed for her room.