His par followed her, and he asked again, “Did you ever find out if Frankie was dead or alive after you hit him?” Felicine as she was about to be down. “What?”
Chapter 534 The Marriage
william noticed that Emelie was startled by his question, so he said softly, “Just curious, that’s all
His sudden question surprised Emelle, and she held her breath.
“I didn’t check. It was dark outside, and the house was dim. When Landon and his men realized something was wrong, they were about to come in when Lescaped through the window. I was too occupied to confirm it,” she said.
Then, she asked, “Did Frank die?”
Did that mean she had killed someone?
william was pondering Charles words. Emelle wouldn’t hurt someone without a reason. She had only attacked someone that year when she was being kidnapped. And since Frank had never been caught, it had led him to a series of thoughts.
“It’s nothing much,” William sail
Ele clasped the blanket.
After pondering for a moment, she said firmly, “No, Frank didn’t die. If he’s dead, Landon would’ve already exposed me as a murderer. He would do anything to reduce his sentence. But he didn’t. And there’s no way he’s protecting me, right?!
William relaxed his brows, “Hmm, you’re right. Is there anything else that you’ve done that wasn’t made clear?“.
“No. Why are you asking this?” Emelle replied without hesitation, frowning
Emelie had clarified she hadn’t. So, it meant that either Deathan was bluffinger Charles was playing a trick on him.
William stopped thinking about it and walked over to her. “It’s nothing. Let’s get some sleep”
The next few days passed pracefully.
Eventually, the wedding dresses actived.
Lyle had also come to Eastbay to discuss something with Willar However, Willam hadn’t gotten off work yet. He settled himself on the couch in the living room and played with
a Rubik’s Cube.
He glanced at the wedding dresses hanging on the racks and then at the team of stylists. Since Emelle refused to try them on, they were unsure what to do.
Lyle’s fingers nimbly turned each colored block, and a smite played at his Ops.
“Ms. Hoven, the dresses are all here, Why not try them on? They look nice,” Lyle said.
“Not interested,” Emelie replied.
She was sitting on another couch with her legs crossed She was engrossed in her book, not bothering to look up.
“you can take the dresses back. Don’t waste your time here,” she said.
Since William wasn’t home yet, the stylists, who were in a predicament, looked to Lyle for guidance.
Lalecrossed his legs and said, “Leave the dresses. You guys can go. We’ll reach out to you
once she’s tried them on.”
Then, the stylists lett.
Emelie handed her cup to the maid. “Can you pour me some tea” Thanks. ” Text © 2024 .
The maid replied, “Mrs. Middleton, it’s not wise to drink tea during pregnancy. How about some milk stead?”
Emelie didn’t mind anything “Warm it up and add some sugar.”
“Of course,” the mail said.
Once the maid left, only Emebe and Lyle were left in the living room
Emelie swiftly lifted her head and glanced around. After making sure that they were alone, she asked tyle in a low voice, “What’s going on out there?“!
Lyle set down his Rubik’s Cube and glanced towards the kitchen. After he saw that the maid was busy, he kept his words briet.
“Wesley already has everything in place. You got that? Lyle spoke in a soft tone that only both of them could hear.
Emelie froze for a moment, then nodded, looking surprised. “You met Wesley?”
Lyle chuckled lightly. “He’s pretty capable. He found out about our alliance and came to me. He asked me to being the message for you.”
Emelie exhaled in relief. “Hmm. Thank you.”
Since it took some time for the milk to warm up, the maid hadn’t returned yet. They had a few moments to talk, but couldn’t risk saying more.
Lyle then got up and walked towards a chair in the dining area and sat down
Just as the maid came back with the warm milk, William walked in. Emelle took the milk and headed upstairs, leaving William to see only her back as she ascended the stairs.
In her room, Emelie flipped through her calendar.
A while Later, William entered. He loosened his tie and asked, “Found any wedding dresses that you like?”
Famelie sat in an armchair beside the floor lamp that softly lit her tace. Instead of replying bluntly, she stated, “A wedding usually needs both sets of parents. Mr. Middleton, one et your parrels hi alenad for treatment, and the other one killed my father.”
“As for may parents, tear’s deal because of you, and the other is in the IL. How do you expect us to get married? Mr. Middleton, you’re enjoying putting on a show these days. But we can’t seriously hire actors for this, can we? That’ll be the joke of Gapebati City,” Emelie mocked deliberately.