Winning Her Heart Back

 Ms. Pierce, You Really Care About Mr. Graham

William did indeed have terms.

"Have dinner with me."

Emelie took a moment to think before asking, "Is it just dinner?" She then agreed without hesitation," When? Sure, but where shall we go?"

William's eyes showed a trace of a smile. As he was about to reach out to brush the raindrops from her shoulder, Emelie stood still with a cold expression on her face.

"Mr. Middleton, please keep your distance," Jodie's voice was firm as she warned.

William's hand paused in mid-air. He glanced at the increasing rain and said, "The rain's getting worse. Let's postpone dinner. We don't need to rush. There's no rush, and the house is not for sale to anyone else."

"Once you have decided on a time and place, send it to my secretary, and I will be there on time. My only hope is that after the meal, you will keep your promise and sell me the house of the Pierce family, Mr. Middleton."

With that, Emelie walked back to Jodie's umbrella, got into the car and drove off.

William stood alone in the rain before returning to his car.

The rain lasted for three days.

Emelie decided to stay in and concentrate on working.

When she had finished her tasks, she called Marcel to forward the emails that Wesley hadn't read yet, so that she could check them.

Marcel chuckled. "Ms. Pierce, you really care about Mr. Graham."

Of course, Emelie cared about Wesley. She owed her current success to him.

If a person didn't have an understanding of the importance of gratitude, what difference was there between them and an animal?

Soon, Emelie's phone rang again.

It was Wesley calling.

Thinking that he might be calling to reprimand her for taking his place, she found it amusing. She answered, "Are you calling to scold me, Mr. Cronus?"

There was something unusually subdued about Wesley's tone. Instead of beginning with pleasantries, he asked bluntly: "Are you trying to buy the original house of the Pierce family?"

"Did Jodie tell you?"

Wesley's mood seemed off. "Why do you want to buy it?"

Emelie was taken aback by his question. "It's the Pierce residence. Now that I have the means, why shouldn't I buy it back?"

"I heard from the neighbors that although the house has had several owners, no one has lived there or cleaned it. I thought that maybe some of what my parents used to own might still be there. Buying it back and preserving it seems like a good way to honor them."

Wesley replied, "There is no such need."This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Emelie frowned and went to the window. The rain had begun to ease. "Why not?"

Probably realizing he sounded harsh, Wesley's tone softened as he explained, "Although the Middleton, Davis, Swanson, and Collins families know your background and may suspect that you're here for revenge, don't make it too obvious. If you buy the Pierce family's house, it might make them wary of you and hinder your plans."

Emelie shook her head. "That's not your real reason for stopping me. I want the truth, Wesley. Why can't I buy the Pierce family's old house?"

Wesley sighed. "The house belongs to William. Can't you see that he's using it to lure you? It's not just about dinner."

Emelie had already guessed that. "He won't be able to touch me now. I'll deal with whatever it is when it comes,"

Wesley's tone rose in urgency. "Eme."

Emelie pursed her lips as she stared at the rain streaming down the window. "Are you against me buying the Pierce family's house, or are you against me having any contact with William?"

She was perplexed as to the purpose of his call.

"As a descendant of the Pierce family, it's only right that I should buy the house back. Contact with William is inevitable now that I've returned to Capebatt City to settle old scores. I don't understand you."

Wesley's breathing was audible over the phone, and Emelie's hearing was sensitive enough to hear it. She asked, "Are you afraid of something?"

However, Wesley didn't answer her question. She went on to ask, "Are you angry?"

The next thing she knew, Wesley hung up.

Emelie stared at her phone screen and muttered, "He seems really angry."