Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 592 He Chose This, He Should Bear It

Emelie and Wesley stood together. Their height difference was just right. They wore similar outfits, both with blue outerwear. The woman wore a beret and a mask, the brim of the hat pulled low, revealing only her eyes.

She turned her head to look at him, seemingly saying something. He bent down to listen, his hand naturally lifting her hair, which was caught under her coal. The black strands wrapped around his pale fingers. She didn't seem to find his actions inappropriate, it was as if it was natural.

At that moment, William recalled the last New Year in Weston.

Back then, he and Emelie were walking hand in hand on the street. It was a cold winter then, and the wind was naturally, pulling out her hair. She had looked up at him, her smile turning her eyes into crescents.

slcy. He had adjusted her scarf, just as

William felt a lump in his throat. He took a step forward but stopped himself.

No, he couldn't do it. It wasn't the right time,

As the group boarded the plane, William remained rooted at the spot,

of, unmoving.

is gaze, recognizing the family crest on the clothes of the boarding group. "That's the Filo family

Finally, Ashton caught up with him. "Mr. Middleton, are you looking for someone? I can help you."

William stood still, and Ashton followed his p She noticed the man and woman, and she recognized the man, "Mr. Graham? No, he's the head of the Filo family here. The woman with him must be his fianco?" William's face turned even paler. He said nothing until the cabin door closed. Then he closed his eyes briefly and turned to leave

However, after only a few steps, he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned against the wall, bending slightly, covering his mouth with one hand. It felt like there was a fire burning in his lungs, and be started coughing violently.

He coughed so hard that Ashton quickly found some medicine for him "Mr. Middleton, let's return tomorrow. We really can't get first-class tickets... Should we arrange for a private jet instead? William said, "It's fine. Let's just go."

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When he was unwell, he would make it so that he would have no time to think about anything else. He needed a distraction to stop thinking about what Jaime had said, to stop replaying what he had seen. After all, it was pointless to think about it. Since he had chosen this path, he should bear it.

Eighteen hours later, the plane landed at the Capebatt City Airport.

The economy class seats were cramped. After being confined for so long, William, who was already not looking well, looked even worse. He would cough every few steps.

However, when he got into the car, he still told the driver. "Send me to the Kanther Group

The Xanther Group had a meeting that day to discuss the contract he had signed in Merrianna

Ashton hesitated, feeling he was pushing himself too hard. The meeting could wait until the next day. He looked so unwell that he should go home and rest first. However, when she noticed his cold expression, Ashton didn't dare speak up.

At the Xanther Group, Bryan immediately noticed that William didn't look well.

His complexion was pale to begin with. Currently, it looked as if he had been completely drained of blood. Hence, his features stood out starkly. If one didn't know better, one might think he was a ghost. After all, his face looked like a white canvas painted with features.

"Mr. Middleton, are you feeling unwell?" Bryan asked.

William simply said, "I'm fine."

The meeting lasted two hours, and William hardly spoke. He sat there expressionless, like a block of ice.

But a closer look would reveal beads of sweat on his forehead. Why was he sweating in a room with strong air conditioning?

After the meeting, Charles got up from his seat and walked over to William, smiling "Mr. Middleton, this is a great first step for Xanther Group. We've started strong! Let me host a dinner at the Westward Club tonight to celebrate!"

Since everyone else agreed, William also rose to his feet. But as soon as he stood, his vision went black. He didn't even have time to reach out and support himself on the table before he fell forward. "Mr. Middleton

William fainted, throwing the meeting room into chaos.

He was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. The doctor said that he had overworked himself, and emotional fluctuations caused his blood pressure to spoke and drop. Additionally, the small amor in his lung had already started to spread a little