Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 798

The patrol guards hadn't arrived yet, but the warehouse workers blocked their path.

"Mr. Cronus has ordered that you must not leave the estate, Ms. Pierce. Please don't make this difficult for us!" the warehouse workers said.

Emelie had nothing to say to them. She clung onto William's back, her loose hair falling forward and brushing against his chest.

She whispered, "You're not in much better shape than I am. Are you sure you can get me out of here like this?"

William said, "I can. And if I can't—"

Emelie could tell he was about to say something that sounded like it was a punishment but was really a reward for himself, so she cut him off. "If we don't get out of here today, we'll die here and be buried separately."

William let out a low laugh. The wind blew a strand of her hair against his lips, and he turned his head slightly to kiss it.

He said, "That would be the cruelest thing for me. I'll make sure to get you out—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he kicked away a worker who had lunged at Emelie to grab her. However, there wasn't just one worker. Three of them surrounded him at once, not bothering that it was an unfair fight.

Emelie knew that, with his arms occupied holding her, his movements were restricted. The odds were already against them, especially in this situation.

"Put me down first, William," Emelie said.

"Do you remember how Patricia left you stranded in the middle of nowhere back in Wimstour City?" William asked.

Of course, she remembered. That night, they were also besieged by villagers who were scared that their murder would be exposed.

"Even then, I couldn't bear to let you go, and now is no different," William said.

However, Emelie remembered that because he hadn't put her down that night, he had taken a blow to the back.

Their track and basketball courts were side by side, and a group of boys was playing a game. Apparently, two classes were facing off, and a lot of girls were watching.

Out of curiosity, she glanced over. The girls were all excited, but she couldn't tell who was the center of attention.

She didn't think much of it until she heard one of the boys shout, "Will, watch out! There are three guys blocking you up ahead!"

At that moment, she heard a cold, arrogant voice respond, "These three? They can't stop me."

Emelie's ears suddenly tingled.

At that age, boys were going through voice changes, their voices rough and uneven. However, this boy's voice had already deepened. It was clear and steady with an attractive rasp.

Emelie, who usually had no interest in basketball, couldn't help but put down her homework and pen. She stood up and moved behind the group of girls, searching for that confident young man.