Winning Her Heart Back

 Can We Reconcile Tonight

Just as William was about to reach for the third glass, Lyle couldn't bear to watch him continue to harm himself and reached out to grab his hand.

He knew the root of the problem lay with Emelie, so he called out, "Emelie."

Emelie laughed out loud. 'You won't drink. He can't drink. Does this mean that I should drink?"

She stood up and surveyed the drama that had unfolded this evening.

Beathan and Bryan never genuinely intended to apologize to her. Whatever purpose they had for this elaborate setup was unclear to her. She was too agitated to think straight.

As for William... William...

She snatched the third glass of wine that William had been reaching for, raised it in a toast to the room full of schemers, and drained it in one gulp.

Then, she casually tossed the glass onto the coffee table. It rolled in an arc, eventually falling off the table and landing on the carpet without breaking.

"Mr. Swanson, thank you for your hospitality tonight. The wine was excellent, and the show was entertaining as well. It's late, and I have other matters to attend to. Let's end it here. As for this gift, Mr. Collins, it's all yours.

Beathan politely asked, 'How long would you like her to be imprisoned?"

Emelie smiled. 'For as long as you can keep her there."

With that, she turned and walked out, with Lyle following her.

However, just as he took a step forward, Patrice rushed over to block Lyle's path. "You... you can't follow her!" Lyle was baffled. 'Why not?"

Patrice's expression was a mix of emotions. She turned and pushed William forward.

"Will... Will, Ms. Hoven is drunk. You... you should take her home," she said.

William replied, feeling weary, "She doesn't want to see me right now."

Patrice stomped her foot in frustration. She pushed him again and urged him out the door.

"Just because she doesn't want to see you, does that mean that you can't show up? This is exactly why you haven't reconciled with her all this time! Trust me this once! You should go after her!" she said.

Patrice pushed him out the door multiple times.

William hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he followed her out.

Patrice stood firmly at the door. "No one is allowed to follow them except Will."

Lyle narrowed his eyes. "What did you do?"

"Nothing. I didn't do anything," she said.

How could Patrice dare admit that she had spiked both William and Emelie's drinks?

As Lyle took another step forward, Patrice said, "Will is with her. What are you worried about? Come on, don't interfere. Maybe they'll reconcile by tonight!"

Lyle frowned deeply.

Patrice called out again, "We haven't had dinner yet. Let's eat first!"

Bryan was unperturbed and began tidying up the aftermath. Take her downstairs to sober up, clean up the living room, and then invite Samuel down."

He said, 'Let's eat.'

After she left the Swanson Residence, Emelie got into her car. The driver had only driven a few hundred meters when Emelie felt a wave of nausea.

She immediately shouted, "Stop the car!"Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The car stopped quickly, and Emelie rushed out. She ran to a nearby trash bin and tried to vomit but was unable to.

Just a few drinks shouldn't be enough to get her drunk. However, she felt an intense discomfort in her body, and her breath was hot. She tugged at her collar, letting the cold air slip in, which somewhat eased her discomfort.

Then, she staggered to the side of the road, intending to sit down and get some air. But just as she was about to sit, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

Emilie stumbled forward on unsteady feet, and her head hit the man's chest. A cool, snowy scent filled her

senses.

As she breathed in the coolness, she felt an unexpected dryness in her mouth.

William, who thought that she was about to collapse from drunkenness, lowered his head and asked, 'Are you alright?"

Emelie's disoriented eyes met his deep, mysterious gaze as if she were staring into a complex and unfathomable abyss.

She stared at him for a moment before suddenly raising her hand and slapping his face. Though, it wasn't a hard slap but more like a weak brush.

William remained unmoved.

She sneered, "William, do you think that you're suffering from injustice and being misunderstood, feeling like a martyr who can't defend himself, and that somehow makes you look heroic?"

William replied, "Is this your first day knowing me? Do you think I'm someone who would feel that way?"

Emelie suddenly grabbed his collar and yanked him down.

"Then keep your people in check and stop them from coming after me, telling me how hard things have been for you! No matter what you do, it won't change the fact that you've hurt me! If you want my forgiveness, you'll have to wait until your next life!" she said.

Then, she forcefully shoved him away. The impact made her stumble backward, and her high heel twisted, causing her to fall to the ground.

William quickly moved to help her up.

Emelie vehemently rejected his touch, pushing him away with all her strength. She screamed, 'Get away! Leave me alone!*

William grasped her hands and felt a pang in his chest as he saw the broken emotions in her eyes. He ignored her protests, he pulled her into his arms.

"Angel..." he said.