Winning Her Heart Back

 He Raised His Hand At Her

With a loud slap, Emelie's body lurched forward. A vase was sent crashing off the desk as she stumbled to the ground.

Outside the office, Jodie and Marcel had been anxiously listening for any sign of trouble. As they heard the sound of the shattering glass, they burst through the door.

"Mr. Graham.." They rushed into the office room.

Emelie was on the floor, clutching her face, her hair slightly disheveled.

They both froze in shock at the sight of that.

Wesley stared at Emelie on the ground with his hand clenched into a fist.

"Take her back to Mercianna. Now!" he commanded in a low voice.

Jodie immediately rushed to help Emelie up. Despite her resembling a robotic assassin capable of killing, her hands were trembling.

How had things come to this?

Emelie rose to her feet, clasping her face. Her eyes were red as she stared at Wesley. "You have no right to order me. Wesley, Cronus, this is the end for us.

With that, she shook off Jodie's grasp and ran out of the office.

News travels fast, especially in a place with so many eyes and ears. Soon, rumors about the fierce argument between Emelie and Wesley in the office began spreading around. Some even said it had escalated into a physical fight.

Whispers suggested that Emelie had left the office in tears with a bright red mark on her face. Others claimed that once she left, Wesley trashed the office in a fit of rage. Everyone was certain that they had had a major fight.

In any case, the two of them definitely had a fight. This left everyone wondering if their fast-approaching wedding was still going to happen.

Even Yennifer who's far away in Mercianna caught wind of the rumors.

She immediately called Wesley. "Did you really hit Eme?'

Wesley responded coolly, 'Does it matter if I did or not?"

Yennifer was exasperated. "How could you do this? Did you forget what Eme means to you? We've already let her down enough. How could you lay a hand on her?"

Wesley pinched the bridge of his nose. Gossip truly was one of the most pervasive forces in the universe.

"What's done is done. It's pointless to talk about it now," Wesley replied.

Yennifer stomped her foot. "Don't give me that! You need to apologize to her right now! If she's never coming back, you and I are going to have a serious problem!"

Wesley was speechless. He ended the call and sank into the couch, his dark brown eyes betraying his deep thoughts.

Suddenly, the house's new security door beeped open. Wesley glanced over, expecting someone.

Instead, it was Lyle.

"Did you hit Emelie?' Lyle asked, his gaze was sharp and menacing.

Wesley leaned back in his chair and asked, "You're here to avenge her?"

As Wesley spoke, Marcel and Jodie appeared, positioning themselves in front of him.

Lyle let out a cold laugh, removed his watch, and kept it in his pocket. He zipped it up and gave it a pat.

"Let's not mess up her place and take this outside. I'll deal with these two first and then come back for you. Whichever hand you hit her with, I'll make sure to break it," Lyle said.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Meanwhile, it was time for Samuel to head back to Weston.

Previously, he stayed in Coastalburg because moving around was difficult for him. Besides, the medical facilities there were better.

Now that he was recovering well, he could continue his treatment in Weston at ease.

Since the two cities were near, Samuel took the high-speed rail, and Emelie went to see him off at the station. Though she had covered her cheeks with makeup, the red marks from the slap were still visible

Samuel furrowed his brows and looked at her with concern. 'Did he really hit you?"

Emelie shrugged nonchalantly. "You know how rumors can be. They're always exaggerated."

Being a university professor, Samuel was sharp-minded and couldn't be easily fooled. "Then what's with the mark on your face?" he asked.