Winning Her Heart Back

 Are You Sure You Don't Have Feelings for Me?

William seemed to have anticipated Emelie's move. As she shoved him, he grabbed her arm. As he lost his balance and fell to the ground, he pulled her down with him. They tumbled onto the grass together.

Emelie quickly tried to get up, but William was faster. He flipped over, pinning her beneath him. Without a word, he kissed her.

A wave of anger clouded Emelie's vision as she desperately pushed against him. However, William wouldn't let go. He pried her mouth open, invading her with his kiss.

When she finally managed to break free, she slapped him hard across the face. "William!"

He took the hit without flinching but didn't move off her. His messy hair fell over his eyes, creating an obsessive look that wasn't usually seen.

He kissed her again. His scent, tinged with the bitterness of traditional medicine, surrounded her.

Emelie was furious and desperate. She slapped him again.

William's handsome face, having been slapped twice at the same spot, now bore a deep red mark. Yet, he said nothing.

He ignored the pain and grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head. Their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, leg to leg.

Their noses touched as they tossed and turned. Soon, their once pale lips were stained a deep red.

Emelie gasped for air as he stole her breath away, his fevered body pressing down on her. Then, without warning, he ripped open the buttons of her blouse.

For a moment, she thought he was about to do something unspeakable, and she prepared to kill him if he dared

To her surprise, he bit down on her collarbone, hard, as if trying to take a bite of her flesh.

Emelie clenched her teeth to stifle a cry of pain, her breath coming in ragged bursts. All the while, she could hear the wild thudding of his heart.

He was acting crazy, just like that night in the hotel. He had to be insane.

Ever since her return, he had been constantly lowering himself, tiptoeing around her, speaking in hushed tones. His behavior was completely at odds with his usual self-centered, haughty arrogance. Despite that, he held himself back.

However, like the story of the crow drinking water, the pressure had been building, little by little. It was bound to overflow and explode.

Finally, just like it had happened previously, he finally exploded.

His previous outburst was triggered when she told him that she had never loved him. What was his current trigger? Was it because she intended to kill?

William finally let go of her collarbone, leaving a deep bite mark behind.

He panted slightly while still lying on top of her, trying to regain control after his emotional outburst.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Their struggle had left them both disheveled, their clothes and hair tangled with bits of grass.

With his head buried in the crook of her neck, William murmured, "You can't love me completely, and you can't hate me completely either. Angel, aren't you exhausted?'

Emelie didn't understand his rambling. "Get off me."

"You don't want me dead, so you pulled me back. You don't want me to kneel, so you pushed me away. Are you sure you don't have feelings for me?" William continued.

Emelie's fists clenched. "I said, get off me! Are you deaf?"

William swallowed as he added, "You're not allowed to be intimate with Wesley."

Emelie enunciated each word coldly, saying, "Don't worry. There will be blood on my hands

"You're not allowed to sleep with him, kiss him, or do anything else," William continued saying

"I swear I will kill you," Emelie said.

They were talking over each other, neither responding to what the other was saying.

Finally, William released her hands and pushed himself up, propping himself on his arms as he looked down

at her. "I've discovered some things. Once I confirm them, I'll let you know."

Emelie cursed herself for allowing him to leave her in such a messy state. Her frustration boiled over. "Get off me!'

William finally moved off her.

She scrambled to her feet, storming toward her car without looking back.

William called out, 'I'll handle Daphne. I'll give you an explanation, but you're not to take matters into your own hands."

With a loud bang, Emelie shut the car door. She was teetering on the edge of losing control.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, shifting the gears, and floored the gas pedal. The engine roared like a beast as the car lunged forward, heading straight for William

He didn't flinch or move an inch as the tires tore through the wild grass and gravel, barreling toward him as if they would crush him underfoot.

At the last possible moment, Emelie yanked the steering wheel to the left, the car fishtailing as she sped away, leaving him in a cloud of exhaust.

William coughed as the smoke hit his face.

Despite his mysophobia, he didn't seem to care that he was sitting in the dirt of the grassy roadside. He touched his swollen cheek. As if he had confirmed something, he let out a soft laugh.