Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 221

Emelie stood firm and refused to budge. William let out a deep sigh. "You've got me all worked up, and you won't even make a small gesture?"

Emelie shot back, unyielding, "What kind of gesture do you expect? Should I bring you flowers?

"Instead of beating around the bush, why not just say, 'If you don't help me get water, I'll leak your photos,' then maybe I'll consider helping."

William couldn't help but chuckle despite the tension. "Alright, if you drive me to my grave, I'll print your photo and stick it on my tombstone for everyone to see."

Emelie couldn't hold back. "Are you nuts?"

William clenched his jaw, opting to ignore her jab. He pushed the blanket aside, grimacing as he pressed against his wound. He seemed determined to get up and fetch water himself.

Emelie watched him closely, fearing he might aggravate his injury and end up back in surgery in the dead of night. With Lyle, who was fiercely loyal to William, present, no one dared make William uncomfortable, lest they face the same fate as Reggie.

She approached with the water pitcher, poured a glass, and handed it to him. "You could've just called Ashton if you wanted water. She's right outside."

But William didn't take the glass; instead, he drank directly from her hand. His posture was so natural that Emelie instinctively tilted the glass to help him drink more easily.

As he finished drinking, Emelie realized his hand wasn't injured at all. Why hadn't he just taken the glass himself? Frowning, Emelie withdrew her hand, indicating he could fetch it himself if he wanted.

William had just finished drinking when he leaned back against the headboard, relaxing. "Reggie's been dealt with," he said.

Emelie nodded, taking in his words. William continued, "Guess who busted Reggie's leg?"

How could Emelie possibly know? "He's got so many enemies. It could've been anyone," she replied nonchalantly.

But William insisted, "I know who did it."

"Who?" Emelie asked.

With a sly grin, William cautioned, "I suggest you don't get too curious."

When she returned, she handed the towels to William. "Clean yourself up. I can only use one hand right now, and you've got the advantage with two."

William took the towels and started wiping himself down. Despite his actions, he couldn't resist a sneer.

"It was always going to end like this. What were you resisting earlier, Ms. Hoven? Are you enjoying playing hard to get now?"

"You seem to only know how to resort to manipulation," Emelie replied calmly, her expression unmoved.

As she dabbed around his eyes and brows with the damp towel, his thick, dark eyebrows shimmered under the light, resembling scattered diamonds.

William spoke calmly, "It's about the quality, not the quantity of tricks. As long as it gets the job done."

Emelie remained silent and was unwilling to engage. William unbuttoned his hospital gown. "Give me a hand," he said.

His upper body was weak, with limited mobility, making it hard for him to undress.