Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 627

The date of the wedding day was finally fixed. It would happen on December 24th, on Christmas Eve.

As the invitations had been sent out months in advance by the Aurora Group, William and the rest had already cleared their schedules and were attending the wedding.

They were scheduled to arrive in Baliz on the afternoon of the 23rd, with the exception of Beathan, who was occupied with work. He would be arriving on the morning of the wedding day.

The three men were accompanied by their respective secretaries and bodyguards when they exited the airport. Arsen's butler swiftly approached them, bowing respectfully.

Despite being Faldorian, he was also fluent in Cedonian. "Mr. Middleton, Mr. Swanson, Mr. Davis, welcome to Baliz. I hope you had a good flight. The cars are ready to bring you to the villa for some rest."

Charles smiled. "Your Cedonian is exceptional. How long have you been studying?"

"Ten years, but I still feel I've only scratched the surface. Please don't hesitate to correct any mistakes," the butler replied, extending a hand to guide the group toward the waiting vehicles.

The butler intentionally fell back to walk beside William. In a low voice, the butler said, "Mr. Middleton, I heard you have trouble sleeping on planes. It'll take approximately an hour and a half to reach the villa by car. If you would like to nap in the car, I've arranged a separate vehicle to ensure undisturbed rest."

William paused. "Who told you this?"

It was true that he wasn't able to sleep on flights, but he had never openly discussed it. Only those closest to him and exceptionally observant would know.

Ashton, who was trailing behind William, also glanced at the butler alertly.

The butler merely smiled. "I'm concerned about our guests' well-being, so I make it a point to gather as much information as possible."

William held the butler's gaze for a few moments before averting his eyes. "That won't be necessary."

The three men shared a car, which was a spacious limousine offering great comfort even with the inclusion of the butler. Meanwhile, the others followed in separate vehicles.

As soon as the limousine started moving, the butler served refreshments and drinks. For William, it was green tea; Bryan had a cold-brewed Darjeeling tea; and Charles got a cup of coffee.

These were their preferred drinks, and the butler even knew Bryan's preference for cold-brewed tea. Such attention to detail could be either interpreted as thoughtful care for the guests or as a sign of meticulous research.

Bryan remarked coolly, "This is the first time I've had cold-brewed Darjeeling prepared by someone other than my secretary."

"Are those... hydrangeas?" Bryan squinted.

The butler nodded. "Yes. They were specifically requested by my lady and flown in this morning."

Charles turned around and gazed at William with a look.

William was looking at the flowers, his expression seemingly neutral, though his tightly pressed lips hinted that he was thinking of something.

Charles suddenly asked, "Mr. Middleton, you must be quite familiar with these flowers. Didn't you also use them for your wedding with Ms. Hoven?"

William responded coldly, "Hydrangeas are commonly used in weddings. It's merely a coincidence."

Charles's tone was playful. "But there are so many types of hydrangeas. It's intriguing that she chose the same type."

William turned to him, his voice growing colder. "What exactly are you trying to say?"