Winning Her Heart Back



Did I Agree?

Emelie didn't approach William but took a seat on the sofa near the door instead.

William smiled helplessly and said to the family doctor, "Doctor, please attend to her."

The family doctor nodded and moved toward Emelie. He said, "Miss, if you could please hold out your hand."

Emelie placed her wrist on the table, allowing the doctor to check her pulse.

Emelie's mind raced with the thought that tonight's events should remain confidential. If word got out, it could reach Wesley's ears.

William caught onto her concern and reassured her from where he sat. "Don't worry, my family doctor won't divulge this information. Your fiancé won't hear about it."

Emelie detected the disdain in his comment and responded, "That's reassuring. After all, we're still planning to get married."

William countered, "Do you really think I'd allow something like this to happen?"

Emelie turned her gaze toward him. His features had become cold, his expression intense and commanding. It was akin to an alpha wolf-sharp, serious, and devoid of any trace of humor.

Emelie chose not to reply.

Once the doctor finished examining her, she asked, "Have you found out who drugged us?" William paused before replying, "It was quite sudden. I haven't identified the culprit yet." Emelie remembered something while she was soaking in water. She sneered and said, "It must be Patrice. This isn't her first time doing something like this."

Back then, Patrice had used similar tactics to bring them back together. She had lured Emelie to a secluded grove so William could play the hero.

William had guessed this possibility as well. He responded, "Patrice is still young. Don't blame her."

Emelie smirked. "Since Patrice dared to do such a thing on Bryan's territory, he must be aware. I refuse to believe that he isn't."

The situation was indeed frustrating, not being able to hold anyone accountable.

The family doctor carefully said, "The drug administered to you was relatively mild and has dissipated significantly. There are two ways to manage this now: one is to let it wear off naturally, and the other is to drink more water to accelerate metabolism."

Emelie asked, "I don't need an IV?"

"Not at the moment," the doctor replied.

Emelie glanced at William, who was receiving an IV despite appearing more alert than she was. It meant that the IV was not an antidote but was necessary due to the effects of the alcohol on his health.

William noticed her gaze and knew what she was thinking. He said, "I'm fine now. It's just a precautionary measure."

Emelie retorted coldly, "Mr. Middleton, you're quite fragile these days. You even need an IV after a few drinks. Why don't you just have that tumor removed? Why not resolve it once and for all?"

William smiled. "You're concerned about my health?"

Emelie answered, "Naturally. After all, I don't want you to die before I have a chance to take revenge."

As enemies, their late-night behavior seemed overly intimate.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Even considering the influence of drugs, saying they had no choice wasn't true. Based on the doctor's evaluation, neither seemed heavily affected by the drug. With sufficient willpower, they should be able to resist.

However, if they were indeed lovers, the hostility and death threats seemned overly extreme.

The doctor was unsure, but he didn't dare to interfere further. He packed up his things, informed William of his departure, and left hastily.

Emelie also stood to leave.

William stopped her. "I've asked Ashton to bring your clothes. Wait for a while. The water is on the table; help yourself."

Unable to leave in her current state, Emelie went to sit back down on the sofa.